In the early morning just past dawn about two months ago, I was driving my daughter to school when a deer suddenly sprinted across the road right in front of my car. My daughter, her friend, and I all screamed simultaneously as I slammed on the brakes. No luck. Screaming doesn’t work. Deer hit. Damage done.
As I looked in my rearview mirror, I saw the deer get up and scamper off, but not without leaving a tuft of hair sticking out from my severely damaged hood. (My mom’s dog later thought my car was now an animal and proceeded to bark and growl at it to spare us from its wrath.)
Just last week lightening almost struck twice for me. I was driving in to work when a deer crossed my path again! This time, instead of screaming, I laid on the horn which prompted it to leap swiftly out of my way. I came within inches of hitting the animal as I swerved over into the next lane. The image of a second deer in my rearview mirror proved that I had actually dodged two bullets instead of one.
The deer population in my area grows bigger every year. And yet it is still awe inspiring to see these elusive animals up close and personal while walking a trail in the park, or witnessing a group of them grazing in a field just yards away from the road.
Sometimes I wonder if these docile animals and other creatures of God will be a part of our eternal heavenly home. In either case, I hope it’s neither them—nor me—being the cause of the other one getting there prematurely. As much as I like deer, I’d rather see them from a distance.
St. Francis, patron saint of animals, pray for me, my passengers, my vehicles and, oh yes, pray for the deer to cross only where the Deer Crossing signs are posted!
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