My Thanks to Thanksgiving Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a memoir about a moment in my life that I will never forget. This day I almost lost my father.

Submitted: January 21, 2014

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My Thanks to Thanksgiving Day

On Thanksgiving Day of 2002, my daddy was rabbit hunting with a group of friends. This for him was a yearly tradition. My dad was unaware of the tragedy that was about to strike and so were we. My mother, brother and I lay sleeping in our comfy beds as my dad awoke to get ready. Once suited in camouflage, gun in hand, and ammo by his side, he set out without a care in the world. Around about nine o’clock in the morning my mom, brother, and I finally awoke to do miscellaneous tasks around the house to start off our day.

My uncle’s truck pulled into the drive and this is where the excitement begins. Being only six years old and seeing a truck full of men pull into my drive way as fast and frantic as my uncles did, even I knew something was wrong. My grandpa met my mother and I at the front door. My mother and I were dumbfounded by the news my grandpa had to bring as we saw two men helping my daddy to the porch. “Randy’s been shot” were the words that rang through our heads.

For a short time with all this going on around us, it felt as if we were in some kind of daze. Like a nightmare you finally wake up from crying your eyes out and feeling as if your hearts going to beat out of your chest. It seemed as if it was taking daddy forever to get to the porch even with the help of the two guys bracing him up. This gave us all time to see the blood covered clothes the blood pouring down his face and just like everyone surrounding him the shock in his eyes. When he finally reached the porch mom opened the screen door and we all helped him in. I stared at my daddy who was sitting in the floor braced against the recliner. He looked like he was confused or scared, something I never in a million years thought I would see my daddy look like. He was okay and talking but we were both full of nothing but fear and the only thing I knew to do was pray. So I sat down in the floor next to him and started my little prayer. Mom went to get him a rag to try and clean him up a little bit while we were waiting on the ambulance to show up. When my prayer came to a conclusion I kissed my daddy and he told me he loved me, I said it back and grasped his hand. It wasn’t long until the ambulance showed up and the EMTs took him into the back to get him ready to be flown out. By this time there were tons of visitors at my house that had heard about my dad either through a phone call or over the scanner and had come to see what was needed. While daddy was being checked out, a couple of the men in the group he was hunting with began to tell my mother and I what had happened.

They began, “ Randy walked to his spot on the left side of a hill, on the right side of that very same hill another member of their hunting group was hunting his spot. They both walked with their back to each other until they spotted a rabbit. Each of them seen it but Randy just happed to see it a little later than his friend. His friend took a shot as the rabbit reached the top of the hill unaware of Randy on the other side. Randy on the other hand, knew it wasn’t going to end well when he heard the shot.” Daddy says, “When I heard the shot not a split second later there was an abundance of shattered piece of lead from the shotgun shell headed straight for me.” My dad hollered when he was hit and all of his hunting buddies ran to him. This is where he was braced and taken to my house.

The helicopter arrived and had to find a safe place to land. Once they found a landing place the EMTs took my dad and he was put into the helicopter and flown to Vanderbilt. Now my brother was too young to understand so we all tried to keep him from knowing anything that was going on. I played with him the entire time my dad was gone, but in the back of my mind I was scared to death about my daddy.

In Vanderbilt the doctor told daddy that he couldn’t remove the lead from him. There was just too many and he would just have to live with them. Eventually, he said, each piece will make its way to the top of the skin and you’ll be able to pick it out. To this day my daddy still has piece of lead in him. He’s been able to get rid of a few but some still exist. The doctor said everything would be fine and released my dad so that he could be home with his family and enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving meal.

Everything seemed to be going fine until daddy started to describe where the lead pieces had went. He told us there were many in his arms, legs, face, and even his back. None of this really surprised us but when daddy told us of the two lead pieces that could’ve and almost did end his life, we were all a little frightened once again. Dad said in his chest less than an inch from his heart, those two pieces had made their way deep into his chest. This event may have not directly happened to me, but the outcome could have been and was life changing for me. This experience has proven the importance of family, memories, love, and most of all miracles! 


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