How does all this fit with my goats?
Well, my mother who stayed by me and tried to stop me from eating and make me get out and do something, had given up and called her sister. My aunt, who lives in Combine, TX, called me and asked if I would take two goats that she had bought as kids and they grew up big and she was unable to handle them. She didn't know what they were when she bought them and had no idea that they would ever get so big. Well, I didn't know anything about goats and I didn't want to know. I told her to sell them because I had no use for a stupid goat and nowhere to keep one if I did. She went on for three more months, calling me and telling me how big these two nannies were and that they were bred to another buck that was just like them by a neighbor who had one and that they were going to have these big babies soon. I still refused the goats. She went on to tell me that she was told about these red headed goats and how valuable they were. I had no idea what she was talking about and I didn't care. I consistently refused the goats.
Two weeks later, I was sitting in my room on the computer when my aunt and uncle came into my room and told me that I had better get my goats out of the road before someone ran them over because they had babies by their side and they were eating grass along the side of the Hwy in front of my house. I couldn't believe that she done that! They actually came up to my house and literally turned these animals loose in my yard and left. I had no idea what to do accept to get them away from the road before they were killed. It took everything in me to get those two Boer does tied up to the porch - the kids were easy because they just followed the nannies. I had two full grown does and 4 babies (2 bucklings and 2 doelings). The feed stores were already closed, and so were the hardware stores so the goats had to stay tied to the porch overnight. I sat out there on the porch and stared at these remarkably beautiful animals and especially the babies. It took all of 5 minutes to fall in love with these goats. I will never know why or what pushed me, but I built them a small 50' x 50' pen and then a 12' x 16' barn to stay in. For the first 4-6 weeks, I was in (hell). I could barely walk and my legs would just fall out from under me and I was out there building fence and tending to these animals by crawling on the ground, literally because I was so big.
After 6 months, I had to go to my Doctor and he was in shock at the weight I had lost and I got on the scale at 378 lbs. down from 532 lbs. I was so happy and even at that weight, I felt good. The doctor asked me how I done it and I sat there for a second and said, "I didn't! It was God!" I said that God sent me six little angels disguised as the most beautiful goats I had ever seen and all alone they have changed my life and saved me from throwing it all away.
I now have my youngest son, "Dustin" age 6 who lives with me and is my little helper on the farm. And as soon as school is out the first of June my oldest son, "Trae", is coming to live with me and help with the farm.
This October will be 5 years since the day my world fell apart. But this October 29th will also be the day that I reclaim my life as I will have my two sons back, my farm, and of course, "MY GOATS". Who say's that God doesn't work in mysterious ways?
This is true and has never been told outside of my own family until now. I just felt like talking about it and telling someone my story. Who knows, maybe it will inspire someone else to get up and not give up hope. Miracles do come in all sorts of strange forms, but if you believe, they can and will come eventually.
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