From 2/28/19 7:30 PM
Driving home from the office, almost home, in front of the neighbor’s there stood a 6-point buck in the road before me. He was hurt, missing the lower part of his front left leg below the knee. My stomach dropped, a hopeless sorrow, lump in my throat…as he paused there then tired to slowly limp on the stump of his leg across the road. I came to a full stop, no one coming behind or in front of me.
He turned back and limped to the side of the road, then into the woods as I sat frozen with grief…
With a helpless, hopeless, suffering, that wrenches me to the core…
that twists my soul…