Thursday, November 26, 2015


A cheerful smile on my husband's face keeps everyone he meets loving him. He has sweet words for me everyday and that has not changed since his accident. On October 11, 2015, he was opening the door of his above ground hunting house when a swarm of wasps surrounded him. Before he realized what had happened, he and the ladder had fallen eight feet to the ground. He landed on his back, hit his head, and twisted his left foot in the rungs of the ladder resulting in a serious fracture. Counting our blessings from that point forward has kept us aware that God truly is in everything. His brother was with him and able to load him into the side by side and drive him an hour back to the truck. My daughter drove with me to the first hospital and remained with me throughout.  After emergency surgery to mend torn ligaments, blood vessels, and damaged tissue, we drove the six hours home four days later. A week later he had another surgery by a trauma bone specialist at a hospital closer to home. He began holding his left leg up and hopping with a walker to get about. He still has two more months before he can bear weight on his left foot and leg, but he is very compliant with his doctor's instructions. He is still smiling because of all the prayers and phone calls from friends and family.