I slammed the palms of my hands into the hard concrete. Pain
recoiled throughout my arthritic body. I laid on my hands and knees panting in
the cold fall rain. I had decided on three miles, I felt I was ready, but just
as I reached the two and a half miles mark my knee had enough. Nausea waved
through my stomach into my throat.
I lay down in the wet grass and tried to recover. In the
distance I could hear the throaty roar of the thunder. I shuddered as the wet
began to seep through my pink fleece coat. I began to cry, frustration settled
as I realized I had done this to myself.
The tall drying grass waved in the cool settling breeze. I
closed my eyes as pain screamed throughout my body. I tried a pain management technique
I’ve learned, meditation. But it didn’t work; I couldn’t draw my mind out of
the pain. So I lay as I waited for the pain to subside. I’d been in the tall grass for about fifteen
minutes when I heard something coming. I panicked as I rolled onto my stomach
and sat up.
I met nose to nose with my buck. He looked at me curiously.
The Big Guy in Camo’s story streaked through my head as my eyes widened, he had
had a group of muleys try to trample him to death, but the buck gently touched
his nose to my forehead, blew warm air, and then continued on his way.
I sat in silent shocked and watched him work his way down to
the pond. I shuddered as I grew colder and realized my knee had quit screaming.
I stood up and quietly walked home. The buck watched me pass then continued
into the trees. I left him there, questioning if I had the heart to take him.
We shall see in the morning, I’m quietly hoping he
disappears on his own accord, but then I think about another hunter taking him,
it hurts more. We shall see where our continued path takes us.
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