A Painful Rescue

One of the most powerful images of my children came when they are playing in some woods behind our home. They stepped into a nest of ground bees. As the bees began to swarn ans sting, they began to scream for help. Suddenly, out of nowhere just like a superwoman, I cam and crashing through the woods, leaping over fallen logs, hurdling vines and bushes. I swooped up their arms and tore through the woods at full speed to get away from the bees. As I ran, the branches hit my legs, and thorns grabbed at their clothes and skin. The rescue hurt, but it was better than the bees.