Guardian Angels or Dumb Luck?

I woke up early and laid in bed seeing this incident from 20 years ago in such vivid detail, I felt compelled to come here and recount the story.

 

We had built two large cages on the north lake bank.  They were chain link and probably about 7 or 8 feet high.  The cages went down into the lake so the cats could swim and the fences extended out there.  The wooden orange crates were just falling apart from termites and carpenter ants, so we decided to use a couple of the concrete Us to make dens.  They were too big to fit between the rails, so Don said he’s use the crane to lift them over the fence and set them in place.  Made sense to me.

 

What didn’t make sense to me was why he insisted that I go inside the cage to show Kenny exactly where to set it.  It didn’t require that level of danger to myself to show Kenny that I wanted it set in the open, away from the fence, so the cat couldn’t use it as a launch pad to get out.  I showed Kenny and he understood.  Don flew into a rage, so I went in the cage and feeling kind of silly, pointed the ground in front of me and told Kenny, drop it here.

 

Don was talking to Kenny, and was clearly agitated, but I couldn’t hear what was being said over the roar of the crane’s diesel engine.  I’d done my part.  Showed where to drop it, and started to leave.  Don just had a hissy fit; saying I had to stay right where I was.  He angrily took Kenny’s place on the crane to set the piece himself.  Although it didn’t make any sense that he’d need a person to mark the spot, since the spot didn’t really matter much, he kept yelling at me to stand right there.

 

It’s usually better to just go along with his craziness than buck it, so I complied, until he swung the beam of the crane in my direction so quickly that it was obvious I was about to be batted off the ground by 7500 lbs of a flying concrete slab.  As I froze briefly, and then began to run, the dangling concrete Us bashed into the fence and slowed its trajectory to where I stood.

 

I got out of the way in time and Don was just livid.  He said he was mad at the crane, the fence, Kenny, the servals, me; everyone or thing he could blame.  Years later, I wonder if he was angry he missed  killing me.  No telling what was going on in that delusional mind of his.  

 

I often tune in to the Kitten Cabana LIVE webcam and I love listening to the water fall that is now a feature of that concrete U.  I wonder how Don would feel if he knew I derive such pleasure from something that now seems to have been meant to meant to be my demise?  

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and I’ve been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  These are my views and opinions. If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/

 

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Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.  Closing graphic with permission from https://youtu.be/F_AtgWMfwrk