4th in the Series of 5 – Life Coaching
By Dr. Mike Brooks
The storms of life were beginning to take shape and I had no idea what was only hours away could be my final hours of living. We turned in about 9:00 p.m. that evening. I was pumped for the hunt and fell asleep dreaming of big bulls and mule deer. I was sleeping soundly until I felt drops of water hitting my face. I felt the water on my nose and then reached up to feel the ceiling of the tent, which by the way, was only inches from my face. I realized that the tent was caving in from 10 inches of snow that had fallen during the night. Shocked, I woke up my buddy Mark. We never even thought to check the weather forecast! We both got dressed and checked outside the tent. The poles we bent and even a few were broken. When I got back into the tent I realized that all of our clothes and gear was soaked from the rain that had changed to snow. We were not prepared for this! As the snow continued to fall, I thought to myself that normally I would have been thrilled, but not this time.
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