As you all know, I have spent many hours lately playing with all the backgrounds and templates trying to make myself happy with the appearance of my blogs. In my efforts to come up with just the right combinations of colors, textures, etc., I have settled in on only one blog for myself, "It's Elementary" and a team page "Blogaholics' Anonymous" that I have created as a common place to share cool blog stuff and stories. If you have links to "Tiller's Tales" and "GranGran's House", they are no longer functional. I think I am satisfied for awhile and can now settle in on posting more stories and working on the team page.
The real reason for this post however, is to tell you a story that I heard a couple of days ago while I was browsing in my favorite consignment shop. I had gone in to look for a
new blouse, but once I got inside, I was not really interested in shopping. There was a different woman working in the store that day who was not very helpful and seemed out of sorts for some reason. I picked out a couple of blouses and two dresses and took them to the dressing room. Both of the dresses fit very well, but I was not in the mood to make a purchase after all, so I hung them back on the rack and headed for the door. When I was about half way to the door, the lady said, "I'm sorry I was not of much help to you today. I just have not been feeling very well." I told her I was sorry to hear that and she walked up behind me sat down on the sofa that I was just passing on my way out. She began to tell me her story...
A week ago she was driving their old 4wheel drive truck through the woods and happened to look down a hog's trail, as she called it. She noticed a couple of puppies a short distance away and was concerned that someone had abandoned them. She drove the truck toward them and when she got close she thought she heard one of the scream. She thought she had run over one of them so she opened the door and jumped out of the truck all in one motion, forgeting to put the truck
in gear. She leaned over to check on the puppies when the truck rolled back across her foot and continued to roll across her thigh. A tree behind the truck stopped it from rolling completely over her leg and the truck came to rest right on top of her thigh.
She began to scream, but knew she was not close enough to any houses to be heard. She was in terrible pain and all she could think about were her children. She said at first she worried that she might lose her leg, but then she began to worry that she would not even survive. No one was close enough to help her. She was screaming with pain and hollering for help when she noticed two dogs coming towards her, both barking ferociously. She could tell that one of them was a pit bull and theother was arottweiller(?). Now she had more to worry about. She thought the dogs were going to attack her, but to her surprisethat was not the case. The Rottweiller positioned himself right up against her side and the pit dog got up close to her face and began to lick away her tears. Both dogs then began to go crazy barking and making as much noise as they could. About the time that she really was about to give up, she saw an old man walking through the woods, moving in her direction. She thought she was seeing things, but he ran to her and asked what was wrong. She said, "Will you please get the truck off my leg?" He jumped into the truck and rolled the truck away from her and called an ambulance.
I sat down on the couch about mid way through her story and never said a word until she was finished. I had tears in my eyes and so did she. As she was telling her story it sounded so much like when Uncle Matt got pinned underneath his car. Her voice was trembling and she was crying soft helpless tears as she finished telling her story. I was so touched by her story and I left the store crying soft helpless tears myself...
THANK GOD FOR DOGS!!!
