Hereford Cows

My mother-in-law just found out she had breast cancer a couple of weeks ago. She's all ready been in for 2 surgeries and found out yesterday that she'll probably need to go back in and do a masectomy. As fast as this cancer came into her life - so have her friends and family. I was sitting in church a couple of Sunday's ago and a woman was giving a lesson on "Tragedy or Destiny". She used a story that I loved and I think for the most part explains how friends and families come together to face each others trials.

"An old cowboy said he had learned life’s most important lesson from Hereford cows. All his life he had worked cattle ranches where winter storms took a heavy toll among the herds. Freezing rains whipped across the prairies. Howling, bitter winds piled snow into enormous drifts. Temperatures might drop quickly to below 0. Flying ice cut into the flesh. In this maelstrom of natures violence, most cattle would turn their backs to the ice blasts and slowly drift downwind mile upon mile. Finally, intercepted by a boundry fence, they would pile up against the barrier and die by the scores. But the Herefords acted differently. Cattle of this breed would instinctively head into the windward end of the range. There they would stand shoulder to shoulder facing the storm’s blast, heads down against it’s onslaught. You always found the Herefords alive and well, said the cowboy. I guess it’s the greatest lesson I ever learned on the prairies, just face lifes storms."