>>2113557Defending loved ones, or maybe just a gaggle of unsuspecting boy scouts from the attack of a larged animal, a buck or a bear. If it's a buck I wrestle it and slap it's leg, if it's a bear I grapple with it and punch it around until it flees. In my adrenaline I don't feel the large flesh wound to my stomache or leg. I see the people I was with freaking out. I start to feel slightly light headed. I tell them not to panic, and that Christ says nobody has greater love than a man who lay down his life for his friends. In the intensity of the moment someone farts. I absolutely lose it, I am hysterical laughing, blood is rushing out of me. I walk, slip on my blood that has landed on a rock, and land on the path. I am crying and can hardly catch my breath. I look at the treeline and breathe a last breath saying
>"Christ has risen, lord have mercy on me"and die from my autistic battle wound.
