Quote Originally Posted by BackWoodDrifter
Howl at the moon say howdy to the great spirits they be listenin as long as yur heart be pure withem.
Reading that sent chills through my body remembering when I was a child playing with my best friend back then and they ran ahead in the woods while I was looking at some strange little rabbit that looked like a skunk in its markings hiding in a thick bush. I heard a schrill scream and a snarling growl that I had never heard before that made the hair on my neck stand up and I ran to find out what it was because I knew the scream was my little buddy!

I found them pinned against a tree with a very sick looking, hungry wolf a foot from them. My friends family had just lost a child being hit by a car on the way to school within the last year and all I could think about was I could not let her mother lose another if I could help it. I made my approach to grab a hold of her hand and the wolf lurched at me. I fell to my knees and extended my hand out, all the while peeing my pants literally, and said in such a shakey voice please don't hurt us. Can we be friends? It snarled and then sniffed my fingertips. That wolf then looked in my eyes and thinking back on it I could almost see its human soul behind those brown eyes. It gave me the slightest lick and walked away turning back to look at us every few steps as it left.

My heart was pure with that wolf because as young as I was at the time it couldn't have been in a purer form. Thanks for making me remember that. Don't believe I have recalled that in at least 2 decades. Sometimes we need to recall tramatic things to appreciate life. And the lucky times we escaped death without a clue we were even facing it.