
{"id":1902,"date":"2024-11-17T08:36:29","date_gmt":"2024-11-17T16:36:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/?p=1902"},"modified":"2024-11-17T08:36:29","modified_gmt":"2024-11-17T16:36:29","slug":"saturday-memory-november-16-2024","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/saturday-memory-november-16-2024\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Memory &#8211; November 16, 2024"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 class=\"zw-paragraph heading101\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"101\" data-margin-bottom=\"0.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"101\" data-line-height=\"1\" data-doc-id=\"-1\" data-doc-type=\"writer\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00a0Saturday Memory \u00a0<\/span><\/h2>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading101\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"101\" data-margin-bottom=\"0.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"101\" data-line-height=\"1\"><em>November 16, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n<hr class=\"zw-hr\" data-hr-info=\"{&quot;borders&quot;:{&quot;border-top&quot;:{&quot;color&quot;:&quot;rgb(0,0,0)&quot;,&quot;width&quot;:&quot;1px&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;solid&quot;,&quot;space&quot;:&quot;1px&quot;}},&quot;al&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;type&quot;:&quot;hr&quot;}\" \/>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">I was eight years old. A Cub Scout, hiking in the mountains with my mates. We got to roughhousing, as we often did. At one point, I lost my balance, fell off the trail, and started rolling down the mountain. I banged into shrubs and rocks and was getting scratched and pretty banged up. As I rolled, I saw a huge owl in the sky, and it said: &#8220;Grab hold of the tree.&#8221; I then crashed into a small tree and I did what the owl said. By that time, I was likely in shock. I know I was terrified. I could hear my mates yelling, but I could make nothing out. The last thing I saw was that the tree I was holding onto was at the edge of a cliff. The huge owl vision was still in the sky, but all faded to black as I lost consciousness.<\/p>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">This memory is intense in the extreme whenever I call it to mind.<\/p>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">As a kid, I didn&#8217;t know what to make of the owl vision, but I realized fully that the owl saved my life.<\/p>\n<p data-textformat=\"{}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">Even now, I feel the owl is never far away.<\/p>\n<p data-textformat=\"{}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">\n<p data-textformat=\"{}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\">\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\"><span class=\"EOP\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\"><span class=\"EOP\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\"><span class=\"EOP\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"zw-paragraph heading0\" data-textformat=\"{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;text&quot;}\" data-header=\"0\" data-margin-bottom=\"6.0pt\" data-hd-info=\"0\" data-line-height=\"1.1\"><span class=\"EOP\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Saturday Memory \u00a0 November 16, 2024 I was eight years old. A Cub Scout, hiking in the mountains with my mates. We got to roughhousing, as we often did. At one point, I lost my balance, fell off the trail, and started rolling down the mountain. I banged into shrubs and rocks and was getting [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1902","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-coming-soon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1902","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1902"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1902\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1903,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1902\/revisions\/1903"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1902"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1902"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1902"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}