Duck, Duck, Goose! Goose! Goose! A huge Goose

 When I was five my family took a trip to the Mohawk Park Zoo. Little did I know that this fun outing would become a terrifying experience for me.  The reason I remember this trip to the Zoo, is also the reason geese and I will never be friends. Traumatic childhood experiences plant themselves solidly in the mind. Take my word on this. For all the fun we had that day all I remember is one gigantic goose.  We were all just having fun feeding the ducks and geese when suddenly, we ran out of food. My brother, sister and cousins all split the scene.  Why I lingered I will never know.  Perhaps it was because I made eye contact. For whatever Reason One LARGE White Goose zeroed in on me, chased me, bit me, and eventually tackled me. My dad had to physically remove this Goose who was attacking his five-year-old son. This caused a serious fear bordering on hatred of geese for me, so much so even to this day when I see geese, I want to run them over. I wont because the damage to my vehicle would be costly, but the thought still reverberates in my head.

  My children Josh and Gabbs decided to have some fun by putting a program on my computer that causes a Goose to appear every time I turn on my computer. This Goose inspired program causes the goose to attack my curser, trample mud across my screen, and bring gifts on to the screen that often interrupt what I am doing. I am just happy it does not leave non sanitary items on the screen. The first time it came on the screen I remembered my experience of being chased by that goose. I did laugh about it but deep inside I wanted to kill the goose.

Grief is like that big white goose.  It chases you, bites and tackles you when you least expect it. There is only one cure for the gigantic white goose Grief, it is a loving father that will help you in your time of distress. His name is Jehovah-Rohi—The lord our shepherd as all shepherds do, He protects his flock he guides you to safety from your enemies. This is represented through King David in the old testament when he was just a shepherd, he protected his flock even the ones who wander off. Therefore, call out to God the father and he will guide you through your grief. I know all of this because I am in griefs sights and when it attacks, I call out to my Lord and he rescues me.