He was about 12 or 13. My brother doesn’t remember his Exact age when he had the accident. He was driving a tractor over a Wooden bridge heading for the Pasture to bring in the cows for milking. An insect attacked him in the face Causing him to drive off the edge into The “crick.” The tractor turned upside down on top of My brother and pinned him underneath. Even now, 69 years later, we don’t Know how Louie escaped injury. His shoes were tightly wedged Between the steering wheel and the Hood, but somehow he managed to Work his way free. Our family calls his protection a miracle. I thought the tractor was long gone until Our recent family gathering. My brother Glen told us that Dad gave Him the old Ferguson years ago. Louie’s shoes were still lodged under The wheel when Dad delivered it. Glen repaired the ancient machine and is Even now using it for a project. Incredible! But tractor stories don’t always end on a Positive note. On this date, 11 years ago, my brother Carl was driving one of his tractors across The highway when he was struck by a car. He died soon after. The memory shocks me, stabs me still. It always will. Why didn’t God spare the lives of both of My brothers? Why two different outcomes? I have no clue. But God knows I don’t need to know. I’ve learned It’s best to let my Questions rest with Him. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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