My attitude and whole thought process got a bit shaky at one time this morning. The Kosmo Kid was in one Ranger, and I was in another.
We gathered 143 bred heifers from a distant pasture, and brought them closer to civilization. After we got them over the last hill and through
a gate, I kept the bunch going to put them through just one more gate onto a meadow, while the Kosmo Kid went on to move another little
bunch of odds and ends to a different location. I went ahead of the cattle to get that last gate open, and should have tried harder to carry it
around from the comfort and stability of the Ranger. There were tumbleweeds in the way, so I got out on foot to struggle and get the gate
open wide enough. Even then, I should have took my walker along. I used the gate stick to keep my balance and got the gate open.
Being about thirty feet from the Ranger, my next task was to try and keep my balance, taking small steps to get back. The wind was blowing hard
enough to almost knock me over, and progress was very slow and erratic. I knew if I ever fell down, things could get serious. Kosmo and I had
no further plans to be together for the rest of the day, and Peach was away with the new babies. Cell phone reception is non-existent at that
location. I haven't felt that helpless and alone since my freshman year of college, when I had to jump off the low diving board to pass the
swimming class. Going under twice, I managed to finally get my fingers on the cement at the edge of the pool. Even then, my instructor could
have thrown his suit coat aside and dove in to fish me out.
Prayer does work wonders. After praying hard for several minutes and making about two inches of progress per step, I finally had the secure feeling
of once again making contact with the Ranger. It's just best for me not to get too over confident, even though it seems like I am gradually getting
a bit stronger. Live and learn, and I guess all is well that ends well. :roll:
