Personal Experience: An Accident and a Cowboy, The Horse

Prologue
Some people might come up to me every now and then and ask me if I am alright now, and some who don’t know me ask what happened. They have heard about me on the news, but have not heard all the details. I am used to the constant questioning, though, as much of it has died off now. I have been counting, exactly four months since the day my life turned around. I am much better now. I actually am all better. My life is exactly the same as before the incident. I am still living with my family, I go to the same school, I still have all my pets, and most importantly I and my horse, Cowboy, are perfectly healthy again. I do not look the same, for I and my horse were stranded for about four months.

I have lost weight-I now weigh 81 pounds, which is an improvement for when they found me, at 71 pounds. When they found me, they pumped a lot of chemicals into me so I would be able to survive. I was put in the hospital bed in the ambulance and they put an IV in me. I was fading in and out, for I had lost so much blood from the wound. They took Cowboy into the veterinarian ambulance, without exception. Cowboy had actually found food for himself, and an occasional bucket of water would be used for him to drink out of, if I could find water. I was very dehydrated though, when I was found. I was scared for one thing, but when my family laid their eyes on me, I was reassured I was to live. I was so thin and frail you could see my whole bones. This was not intended for. I was rushed to the ER and and could not remember anything, for I was too faint. After I had what felt like a million needles stabbed into me and had my body x rayed, along with them feeding me, I was know recovering in my hospital bed. I had been recovering in the ER f...

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...wboy, for boredom had engulfed me. I also spent a great amount of my days, yelling, crying, and screaming for somebody to find me. I know I was found in God's eyes, but I needed to see my family again. My health had started going down hill about a month in my adventure. Cowboy, had lost weight, too, even with him constantly mowing the weeds down. I can be thankful, though, that I had God and Cowboy, through this hardship.
Saved
Now, after a about four months of these past conditions, I had woken up, sicker than ever, skinnier than ever, next to Cowboy munching away on grass. “I need to be found”, I yelled intensely. God heard me, when I started hearing a helicopter and heavy men coming toward me. I had been blurring out time to time, and I blacked out when they saw me. I woke up, staring up at my family and the men who rescued me. I knew then that I was saved.