06-23-2007, 04:03 AM
While running a normal 5 miles, I had befriended a dog family, of 2, male female.
They would gladly greet me in my 3 times a week run, and would follow me home, where the owner would gladly come and get them later.
I took off one day, expecting a nice trot, and found myself under ambush of a pack of wild dogs(maybe 5 or 6 or 7), rabid or not I do not know. Where were my friends? As the approaching pack made a b-line for me, off in the distance , some 300 yards, came my friends, I will say buster and his wife. They gladly, male first, planted themselves in the middle of this pack of wild dogs and dispersed them quite neatly. Wheww, I thought
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While driving one day, I saw an old acquaintance walking on the side of the road. I slowed down to say hello, Mr. casket. He turned at a 45 degree agle, fell out flat in the road, backwards. I stopped the car, got out and looked around to see if the neighbors were looking. Then I bent over him, put my hands on his chest, and thought many things. This was the man I had always seen in the neighborhood, driving, going to church, and working. I don't remember praying, just laying my hands on him. He got up, shaken, disoriented, and I asked him if he would like to go to the ER, He said, "take me home." I took him home where his family later took him to the hospital. He was ok. I thanked G-d for him and his family. I actually felt like I had been in the right place at the right time.
They would gladly greet me in my 3 times a week run, and would follow me home, where the owner would gladly come and get them later.
I took off one day, expecting a nice trot, and found myself under ambush of a pack of wild dogs(maybe 5 or 6 or 7), rabid or not I do not know. Where were my friends? As the approaching pack made a b-line for me, off in the distance , some 300 yards, came my friends, I will say buster and his wife. They gladly, male first, planted themselves in the middle of this pack of wild dogs and dispersed them quite neatly. Wheww, I thought
this is a story for readers digest.
While driving one day, I saw an old acquaintance walking on the side of the road. I slowed down to say hello, Mr. casket. He turned at a 45 degree agle, fell out flat in the road, backwards. I stopped the car, got out and looked around to see if the neighbors were looking. Then I bent over him, put my hands on his chest, and thought many things. This was the man I had always seen in the neighborhood, driving, going to church, and working. I don't remember praying, just laying my hands on him. He got up, shaken, disoriented, and I asked him if he would like to go to the ER, He said, "take me home." I took him home where his family later took him to the hospital. He was ok. I thanked G-d for him and his family. I actually felt like I had been in the right place at the right time.