April 24th I went to run as normal with Stinks a black haired, four legged Friend. Until Suddenly I saw a herd of cows blocking my path! I stealthy retreated back looking for a cross of the creek to flank the Cows and continue my run 100 yards back I see a tree at 80 degrees angle over the stream so I say no way then way. I started up the tree then crawled on the tree then crawled under the tree. Stinks stared with fear as I continued. I feared the tree might not hold me so I looked down to see if I was far enough. I believed it was good enough I dropped my feet then seeing i was not far enough.
Fear questioned cofindence and I looked up then back down and let go. No joke the Second I let go a Light brown with Big dark brown spotted snake slid under me in my panic I was in and out of the water. Stinks stared at me wondering what m problem was, then the worst! My trusted phone fell into the water. No no no i thought as the water cleared up some I stared in to the water looking for my Phone.
I saw the worst the Snake was Wrapped around my phone in a Ball. Well no more phone.
Well that was not true in fact I never saw my phone I saw the snake and i stared him down and he came up for air after a few minutes. Then Stinks started to play in the water about 5 ft. from the snake we will call Bob I asked Stink to get out. Bob stared at me and Stinks as I looked for my phone. Stinks playing stured up the dirt making it hard to see Bob. So I asked Stink to get out agian and Stinks did he did not head strate out though she headed for me and stepped on my phone witch is a swithblade popped up and I grapped it. Form then on Stinks was my close Friend.
As I continued I was lead with choses of whitch way to go safer, funner longer or shorter. In life Chooses are importiant but how you choose and act within chooses are importaint. Every Choose defines who you are so Make the best ones.
I Found the bench and had a great day. Until on the way home I fell into a mud creek and made my shoes unable to use. To this day even.
Glory always to God first.
-Beast Out
(Note: this story is true just a little off to make it more fun)
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