Dear Governor and First Lady ,
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I am a mother who knows
why, and thankful we live
here. I was trying to find
someone to tell and fell
To the world that seems to have grown colder,
hearts who have grown apart from wars,
here in Hustonville we have soldiers,
neighbors who to my family are more than dear.
My son seventeen deciding to surprise his
mother and dad by rearranging furniture
on the covered porch had no way of knowing
it could have been his last day.
While his father and I were picking up groceries
Zech was fighting for his life.
He fell carrying the glass top to an eating table ,severing his brachial arteries and the main nerve at the top of his biceps, almost bleeding to death.
Calmly he had placed a call on the neighbor's cell to his step-sister, telling her he thought he had cut his arm off.
Two men from the service station next door
thought quickly, bandaging his arm to stop the
bleeding while the EMT were on their way.
I arrived to what looked to have been a war zone,
the door wide open with glass like chunks of ice all
over the floor left my heart with a hole in the center.
In the sun room bright red blood was dripping as
if sprayed from a hose on the walls and splattered
all over the floor trailing to the kitchen.
I pretty much lost reality, rescued by a man
gracious enough to see I was in no shape to
drive,there for transporting me in his vehicle.
I arrived at the hospital to see my son had been
in good hands.The med tech's, were more than
sufficiently qualified and more than spontaneous
when arriving at the scene, rushing him to the
services of the Medical team of McDowell
hospital where they stabilized him and
air lifted him to University of Kentucky.
There Zech, over went three major surgeries
one to save his life and hopefully his arm.
The one surgery was to replace apart of the
severed artrie with one from his leg.
By the grace of God not only his life
was spared but his arm as well.
We are praying for the full use of his hand
but most of all thankful he was spared
so we can share another day with Zech,
and him being able to see what riches
of the life really are, friends and family,
neighbors who are worth all the worlds
gold,doing as we were told, love one
another as I have loved you.
Hearts of Gold we can always share with
neighbors here in Hustonville.
A small town to many but something I have
seldom seen enough of in a big city,
neighbors who get involved when someone
is in need. Now to me what other commodity
could we need than to take the need of your
neighbor to heart.
Only a few months ago one of my lady neighbors
had taken my son and I to the Doctor when
she heard we had no way, Not thinking of
the load she had being bearing on her own
with her husband a farmer,also ill himself
suffering heart complications and being in
the hospital for sometime. I wanted to acknowledge
her her being a hero to us also.
I have wrote on a envelope a return address
from many different areas but never lived in a
place so full of love for one another.
I shutter to think what people would or would
not have done, had they seen my son running
toward them with blood every where,
if he had been on the streets of some
God bless Hustonville and every where
that represents what Americans are,
No color or race but People
who are for others their saving Grace,
Thank you all for saving our son,Zechariah.
We solute all our soldiers but especially today,
the soldiering neighbors from Hustonville.
Mrs. Timothy B. Shotts
*** Note to lit.org. readers
there will always be those who
with wide foreheads, horn their
way through fragile hearts for
their own gain,but not all can
be judged by one.If we seek we
shall find, each other.