I do not have a vivid recollection of everything that happened that day. I remember some things very plainly, while others, the details are not as plain. For example, I do not recall exactly how old I was. I am guessing that I was around six or seven. While my memory is not as clear on some things, the most important parts are perfectly clear and I remember them well.
I lived in the country; it seemed as if we lived a million miles from anywhere. Creeks, woods, and fields were all that was around us for miles. I loved living in the country then and still do now. I still live less than three miles from where I grew up. Creeks twist and turn throughout the countryside, crossing the many times and running along side the road for mile or more.
I had spent the night at my cousin’s house, we were always close growing up. We lived about 15 miles apart, and we loved to play with each other. We invented games, played house, school, and a million other games that our little adolescent minds would invent. We were close; I remember crying at times if we did not get to go to one another’s house.
My dad came to pick me up. I do not recall if it was because it was time for him to pick me up, or if the threat of severe weather was the reason. Flash flood warnings were issued throughout the area and severe storms were moving through. I do remember the rain, and the windshield wipers on the car going back and forth as fast as they could go, but barely making any difference.
The creeks were already flooding and the first wooden bridge we had to cross was nearly under water. We never made it to the second wooden bridge. We rounded a curve to see the entire road underwater. The water was rushing and gushing, the normally nearly dry creek was now literally a raging river. My dad, never afraid of anything, normally would have carefully driven through the water. He knew the road like the back of his hand. He decided to leave the car. This was by God’s intervention.
My dad got out of the car, hoisted me on his back, and put his hat on my head. I wrapped my arms around my daddy’s neck and buried my head into his back. My daddy crossed fences, climbed hills, trudged through flooded fields, and carried me on his back all the way. We crossed over neighbors property climbed uphill to my uncle’s property and down the hill to our property. It seemed like it took forever to get home, though it was less than a mile. At some point, I lost my daddy’s hat. I remember thinking he would be mad because his hat was gone. The rain never stopped pouring but my daddy kept on trudging along to get us back home.
We finally reached the field beside our house. Soaked and wore out, him more than me. He sat me down and held my hand and we walked hand in hand to the house. When we reached our house, my grandparents were there with my momma. They had all been praying for us. They knew that the bridge that we would need to cross to get home had washed away. Their prayers were answered. The greeted us tearfully and thanked God for answering their prayers.
If we had rounded the curve filled with water, instead of getting out of the car and walking, less than ¼ mile farther up the road, we would have attempted to cross the bridge. We would have been swept away, and likely killed.
My daddy never put me down. Not one single time, until he knew I was safe. I was too young to understand the magnitude of what this meant back then. Now I can see that this was much more than my daddy walking through the woods with a scared little girl on his back. This was a man, strong-willed, faithful, and loving, who showed his daughter that he could always be counted on, no matter what. He showed me that no matter what his I was going through, he could put me on his back and carry me through it.
Figuratively, my daddy has done this many times over the years, Even as an adult, my daddy has put me on his back and carried me through. I thank God for giving me the parents that he did. My parents are Christian’s first, parents second, and this is the way God intended it.
I am so sorry for those whose daddy wasn’t there or didn’t care. I don’t know what I would have done without my daddy. I love you Daddy!