Well, I finally did it.
I ran into that big buck.
It just stood there in the dark road.
I had no idea I would run into one tonight.
My mind was elsewhere - thinking of things in my mind about today's other events.
And then bam!
That stupid deer just did not run across fast enough.
I clipped him and luckily I was able to drive home.
So, now I drove home slowly with a light
what my husband
is going to say to me.
Well, when I finally go the courage
to tell him.
He congratulated me.
"You got your first buck, honey, and you didn't even have to shoot it."
But he's probably not going to like the
light dangling down.
What does this have to do with Catholicism you ask?
I guess the buck is kind of a thing that gets in your way.
Like a big bad mortal sin or even a venial sin.
The sin you are trying to root out of your soul.
You keep trying and trying. Well, finally you have
an incident like this buck.
And you are firmly resolved not to sin again.
Esp. when your life flashes before your eyes.