God ain’t finished with me yet

One day last month while sitting outside during my recovery from my second major surgery to remove cancer from my body for the 2nd time in least than a years time. I’m just sitting there being thankful for being able to enjoy such a beautiful day when I was suddenly hit with what can only be considered ‘survival remorse’. Knowing that there are so many people that are not going to recovery from cancer. As a matter of fact just a few months earlier I had attended the service of a friend younger than me and started out with the same type of cancer as I had (colon) which just like mine moved to his liver, but with a totally different outcome. Thinking about this led me to thinking about something else. Is it fair for me to use that quiche “God isn’t finished with me yet”. I’m going to tell you about several incidents that’s happened in my life that a little to the left or a little to the right and I wouldn’t be writing this now. The first incident that I can recall actually happened before I was old enough to attend school. It involved a straight razor that was on a dresser and for some reason I had the urge to pick up. I don’t remember anything after that but to this day I have a scar on my right hand below the thumb as proof. Thing is how does one cut themselves on the right hand from picking up a razor with their right hand? The next incident that happened didn’t affect me directly but it’s an amazing story, and like I said (a little to the left, a little to the right). One of my twin brother and I were out playing in an open field I guess we were somewhere around 6 years old, when the neighbors Bulldog got loose we heard him coming before he got there so we took off running to the house, the house was quite a ways  but we could hear someone on the porch encouraging us to run ( of course we needed no encouraging). My brother fell and that massive Bulldog was upon him, meanwhile I had made it to a piece of lawn furniture. There was snarling growling gashing of teeth from that animal and screaming  from my brother like I’d never heard. There was still someone on the porch encouraging me to run, but ever time I’d get down and start for the house the dog would leave my brother and head towards me, and every time my brother would make an attempt to get up and run the dog would reverse and renew it’s vicious attack. This went on for a few minutes before the neighbors arrived and pulled their dog off.  Now this was a sight that none of us wanted to witness, my brother chewed up from this seemly rabid dog. but to every ones amazement my brother didn’t have a scratch on him. The next incident happened when I was somewhere around 7 years old, I had only been with my new foster family in Tyro only a few weeks when I was asked to go up to the neighbors to borrow a cup of sugar. As I was crossing the lawn, a dog came running and barking from the back of the house. Now as you probably can guess a barking dog running in my direction had a traumatic effect on me but instead of being frozen in fear I burst into the front door of the house, without knocking, without ringing and without announcing who I was. No sooner had I made my unannounced entry when out of the kitchen area appeared a man with a double barrel shotgun aimed right at me. If not for the grace of God that day. The next incident occurred a year or so later, when we as a family returned from doing errands to find our house completely burned to the ground the fireman were still there and the pile was still smoldering. The fireman said that the wooden structure went up like a tinderbox, he said thankfully no one was home because likely no one would have gotten out. Normally us younger ones would have been left in charge of the older ones. There were three incidents that happened while I was in high school, but since I’m limited on space here I’ll omit two of them (sorry). Two of these incidents happened during our tradition yearly senior beach trip, this is the second one. After waking the morning after I decided that I would give in to peer pressure and drink for the first time ( ah after all they were only daiquiris). I walked outside and noticed that the apartment 2 down from us was burned out and surrounded by crime tape, I went back inside and asked one of the guys what had happened he said “oh there was a big fire last night, they evacuated the whole complex”. I said “and y’all didn’t wake me!?” he said “you  were asleep we couldn’t wake you” I said “I weight a hundred pounds! you mean y’all couldn’t have carried me out?” Friends? I wonder. Now the last incident that I’m going to tell you about happened less than 10 years ago. It was a dark and stormy night, (no seriously it was) and thanks to the storm there were no streetlights and the rain made it a lot darker than normal. While driving on a street here in town that I’d driven on many times before but thanks to these abnormal conditions plus tree limbs partially covering it over, I ran though a stop sign.  I hit a car and spun it around as it spun around it hit me and I begin to spin around, I don’t know how long we spun around but while spinning I saw a flash and what I thought was fire. All I could hear were the kids in the back screaming, all I could do was pray “God don’t let us flip over, God don’t let us flip over”. When we finally stopped spinning the first thing I heard was my wife saying “get the kids out of here!” Just like me she thought that there was a fire, ( what we actually saw was the flash and smoke from the air bags going off). When we all finally got out with no one hurt whatsoever, our van had stopped right before it broadsided a power pole.  I noticed that there was a power wire lying a few feet from where we had stopped, according to the policeman it was a good thing that the storm had knocked the power out it seems that we had hit the guide wire to the pole which in turn knocked down the power line. yes sir Mister Policeman it sure was a good thing that that storm knocked out the power that night, yes sir it sure was.