The other day. Les cut his hand quite badly, and now just a few days later, I can’t see where the cut was!
This reminds me of something that happened about 6 months ago. We had 12 star pickets tied together, in the back of the trailor as we were going out fencing. This was one of those days when we put on our “farmer” hats!
As we were chatting about the job to be done, the back of the trailor fell open and sent all 12 star pickets onto Les’s arm. They sliced right through the skin & I felt instantly sick!! (My 2 sisters got all the “nursing genes” that were given out in our family!) I said “I’ll have to take you to the hospital for stitches” and Les quickly & firmly responded “NO”. He wasn’t saying “no” to me, he was saying it to his arm!
We both watched while he just kept looking at his arm & pointed once or twice while he repeated “no”. I really couldn’t believe my eyes as only one little drop of blood began to ooze out of the corner, and then it seemed to just stop where it was. Today, there is not even one small mark where the cut was.
Les has healed himself from terminal illnesses and shows me that we all have that same potential. Thankfully, I have not had to practice such inner strength as I have been blessed with good health.
With Love,
Trudi
