Recently on TV a young black man told his story after wounding a killer in a Waffle House, who had shot 4 people for no apparent reason. The killer was part of the continuing news of serial animals, taking down innocent lives such as in Las
Vegas. The black man was behind some doors, and immediately took some gun action like in the Old West and run the nut case off, who was wounded and captured a few days later. Dozens of people were rescued from harms way, by the man’s quick and brave action. He did not shoot to save that many people but he passionately wanted to go home to see his son of 4 years.
The little rascal could have, through spiritual connection, and the love of his father, been given some element of credit for saving lives. If the father didn’t like the boy at all, he may have hit the floor and crawled out an escape venue, but he confronted the killer out of sheer passion to see his son again.
Little children arouse a large amount of joy and rescue people out of many dangerous situations, just like a yellow lab dog has been known to do. A Golden Retriever saved my sisters’ life in the Alaskan wilderness. She was hiking way too far in the woods, when a sudden white out hit and she got turned around and visibility was around 5 feet. If she made the wrong turn, the walk could have been 200 miles of wild country. The dog, called Luke, ran up to her and whimpered for her attention, until she started following him. Luke walked her through the blinding snow, ten miles back to the cabin, where her son was tending a roaring fire. God Bless Luke. She told me that she would have walked 200 miles through the snow storm to see Brett, her son once more. I was in the hospital 8 years ago, with an OD on Ibuprofen, and two feet that had bad infections and a strained muscle in my back. The pain from the back strain was unbelievably bad, and I took too much Ibuprofen pills that were lyeing around the bathroom. My kidneys shut down, and the infection got worse as did back pain. I got an ambulance ride and helicopter to Denver, where a foot surgeon amputated some toes and near the arch and my kidneys were brought back. During the episode, I felt near death, and was told later I had been given a 50 – 50 chance of surviving. I went deep into my soul and vowed to survive so I could see my daughter, her husband, and grandson, three friends whom I deeply loved. The love for those youngsters, and prayer brought me back to full health, I really believe that. God Bless the Little Rascals, they arouse our deep love of life, and walk us, holding hands, out of the Wilderness.