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Bad Luck Streak
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What is inside? Herbert cautioned his friend, "Be careful where you step Dylan there a lot of Rattlesnakes in this area." Dylan was a little steamed by the results of the morning hike; his answer was a tad sharp."Them damned snakes had better watch out for me."There was a hiss, a buzzing sound."Hey Herbert watch this." Dylan had the large Rattlesnake by the tail, spinning it around in an effort to snap its head like a Whip, and he did. The snap and crackle sent the Snakehead spinning in the air. For Dylan, the only place where the hand of Dylan could have been was a little too close; the spinn...
What is inside? Herbert cautioned his friend, "Be careful where you step Dylan there a lot of Rattlesnakes in this area." Dylan was a little steamed by the results of the morning hike; his answer was a tad sharp."Them damned snakes had better watch out for me."There was a hiss, a buzzing sound."Hey Herbert watch this." Dylan had the large Rattlesnake by the tail, spinning it around in an effort to snap its head like a Whip, and he did. The snap and crackle sent the Snakehead spinning in the air. For Dylan, the only place where the hand of Dylan could have been was a little too close; the spinning snakehead clipped his finger. It was just enough for the fang to break the skin, the deed was done. Dylan was snake bit. Lightning never strikes the same place twice, is how the saying goes, but for some, it strikes more than twice. Over the small time period of only three years, twenty-year-old outdoorsman Dylan Boyer beat 900 quadrillion-to-one odds to experience being bitten by a crawling menace and a sea creature and then being attacked by a horrible wild animal. His insult to injury was when his Favorite Blues singer,"Howling Alley Cat" quit performing and got a job working part-time at a Gasoline Station.Although the events may have seemed unrelated, Dylan did have a moment when he suspected there were larger forces at work. Dylan was merely a young man feeding his need for adventure while wanting to realize his life's goal. Despite all the risks, his vision had him running wide open most of the time. When Dylan continued to respond to the call of vision feeding, he seems to plug into a streak of bad luck. Careful Herb loves living on the edge of the precipice with Dylan, feeling the wind blowing, only with lower risk. Hopefully, for most of us, our life goals will give us more choices, to select from. And we hope to be able to choose the speed at which to live, and the way those choices feel.
