Now this story took place when I was a young teen at my uncles pig roast party. It was this big family event we used to have, but I think it was stopped because it seemed like each year something would go horribly wrong. This year, I would be the cause of the problem again. My family lives in the country, so we were all out playing in the woods while the adults were in the back yard. I was roaming around on my own when a group of the younger kids came running up to me.
They told me that their was an animal that they thought was hurt and wanted me to look at it. The reason they grabbed me was because I was good with animals and at the time wanted to become a veterinarian. I had them lead me through the trees and bushes until they brought me to something lying on the ground. I leaned down and saw that it was a rat just sitting in the grass.
Thinking that it should have run away, I assumed that it was hurt. I could clearly see that it was breathing, but it wasn't moving. I reached my hand out and went to touch it. It didn't really react when I rubbed it's back, so I decided to go a step further. I went ahead and scooped him up in my hands. As I started to life him up, I felt a sharp pain in one of my fingers. Instinctively, I let go of him. But instead of falling to the ground, he was dangling in the air with his teeth sunk into my finger. I shook my hand until he eventually fell off. I than made my way for the house to see if somebody could help me out.
I didn't want my mom to know what had happened, so I decided the only person I could turn to was my older cousin Charles. After showing him the bite, he made sure to pour Hydrogen Pry-oxide on it to clean it up. Somehow my parents found out I had been bitten and called 911 for help. It was at this point that I learned what rabies was. This story will be concluded in the next post.
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