To Be EATEN ALIVE: Was my FEAR, Not my FAITH

Would this day be any different than any other? A trip to the doctor, a stop at the bakery, some work done around the house, then off to the woods to set up a ladder tree stand with the excitement of bow season just one week away. After a challenging summer of repairs from a hail storm this hunting season came faster than I was prepared for. My son-in-law and grandson would be expecting a place to hunt. I start out for the woods with a spot in mind of where to set up the tree stand. I left my cell phone at home, as I couldn’t get a signal, and didn’t notify anyone of where I was headed either. Putting up the tree stand took longer than normal, and my knees started to lose feeling from kneeling on expanded metal. As I stood up to step back to what I thought was the top rung of the ladder. I mis stepped into nothing and fell 12 feet down! As I grabbed for a limb, it broke off throwing me onto a tree stump. I lay on the ground in shock, blood flowing from my mouth. Three times I attempted to try to stand and fell on my face. I couldn’t feel my right leg and I knew I needed to get help but how was I going to get there? …