|My Dad, Lew Johnson, AKA Grandpa Lew|
Yesterday Eric was going golfing with a friend, who was not able to make it at the last minute, so Eric decided to go ahead to proceed with his planned tee time. He had golfed a few holes and was enjoying the sun, fresh air and his favorite music playing in his ears buds.
Eric had hit the golf ball and it went into some tall grass so he walked over to the tall grass, with ear buds still in his ears, and proceeded to swing his club at the grass to uncover his ball. He heard my dad say behind him "Eric!" (My dad had passed away in 2000) So Eric turned around and thought that was really weird. As he took a step with his prosthetic leg, it felt heavier then usual. He looked down at his leg and a rattle snake had struck his leg and had it's jaw locked around his titanium leg. He took the club in his hand and did kill the snake, but was obviously a little shaken.
As he recalled this story to me he pointed to his leg and said "Look, there is still Venom on my leg." And sure enough there were droplets of a liquid still on his leg. If he did not turn around when my dad had called his name, his "Flesh and blood" leg would have taken the strike from the rattle snake. I have always felt that he/we have been so blessed and watched over by angels above, but this was another confirmation that we truly are watched over. Eric has a mission to fulfill and with the watchful eyes of Heavenly beings, will be able to do just that.