The Axe

My brother was gone from home and married by the time I got
old enough to know what a brother was.I didn't get to see him very
often when he did come around I stayed as close to him as I could get,
he was always special to me.

When I was six years old
he moved into the shotgun house next to ours, I followed him around
like a puppy. He was to me what happy meant always smiling and making
jokes he actually paid attention to me like I was somebody, and I ate
that up.

I have always had dreams when something bad
was about to happen to someone close to me, most of the time these
dreams would come true. Nobody wanted to take the time to listen to you
when you tried to describe your dream to them. Everybody has bad dreams
sometimes was as close as I ever got to an audience  

 This one night I dreamed that my brother had
died and everyone was crying, and carring on something awful. I dreamed
I was in bed and he came to the foot of my bed grabbed my toe and told
me not to worry that he was going to be alright now don't cry he said.
I promised that I wouldn't cry and he disappeared from
sight.

 When I woke up that day I felt the
weight of the world on my shoulders I found my Brother and asked him if
he was going to die? &;quot;Now what makes you think I'm going to
die&;quot; he said Cause I dreamed it I told him &;quot;Well
that's all it was a dream,he said don't worry about
me&;quot;

 Still I cried, and worried most of
the day and tried to stay where he was when I could, to make sure he
was alright. About five o'clock that evening he was chopping wood with
an axe, one piece after another fell with one good swing of that axe
and then he missed and chopped deep into his foot at the
ankle.

I was inside when I heard the scream. I knew
what it was it had to be my brother and he was dieing. Everybody ran
outside at the same time to the back of the house.There was my brother
rolling on the ground, screaming in pain. Towels sheets anything they
could get hold of they wrapped around his foot.

They
put him into the truck for the twenty five mile ride into town to the
hospital. All day long I had been crying and feeling the dread of what
was to come.Everyone, kind of huddled together crying and praying they
knew that he would bleed to death, before they reached the
hospital.

 I was suddenly calm and not worried.
I tried to tell them that he said don't cry, and not to worry he would
be alright and wasn't going to  die, but of course they didn't
listen they just kept moving me out of the way. Finally they made me go
to bed so they could think.

Thank God, he didn't die
they said if he had live five miles farther away the outcome would have
been much different. I loved him so much if I hadn't had that dream to
get me through that awful night I would have lost my mind. I know that
God, works in mysterious ways.Thank You
God.