I taped the race that Dale Earnhardt was killed in
but I've never been able to watch it yet. I may never be able to.
When I was about 10 a sheep we had had twins. One of them was a runt and the mother would not feed it. I it into a outbuilding and fed it by hand and it became a pet. It seemed to be doing well until one day I found it dead. It lived about 3-4months.
Like most farms at that time we had a gully we threw out trash in. Paper we burned and there was no plastic. We called it the dump. When dad got home from work I told him about the lamb. He said put it on your bike and take it to the dump. I told him I couldn't. He said "Sure you can. You carry things heaver then that all the time" All I could do was
stand there and tell him over and over "I can't" I just took off running.
running hard as I could. Not pacing myself like you do for a long run but all
out running like you had your worst nightmare on your ass. I ran about 3/4 mile
and was ran out. I fell to the ground gasping and shaking. I don't know how long
I lay there but when I got back to the house it was dark. The lamb was gone and
no one ever said a word about it again.
I feel a lot like I did that day when I can't watch, but I can't. I feel shame and stupid just like I did at 10 over a lamb.
Reason tells me not to feel that way but I do.
It just hit me that this is a pretty depressing story to go to bed with so I hope you all read it in the
morning. Sleep well.. God bless
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