The Perfect Storm

Rain has poured steadily for hours. I sit in my chair looking out of the window watching water pour off the roof of the house. Reports of local flooding continue to flash on the television. Video clips on the news of water rising under over passes on the freeways and, other low lying areas are travel hazards for motorist. It was a day like today, as the rain falls so hard and fast that the drains can’t keep up and the water rises, that will forever be etched in my mind.

Bill and I raised our three children on acreage in Katy, Texas. We wanted Lauren, Katherine, and Ryan to have lots of space to romp and live their childhood to the fullest. Our years on Karen Lane turned out to be all that we had dreamed for them. Our family had many life lessons that would not have otherwise been experienced had we lived anywhere but in the country and we would not trade those experiences for anything.

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Most of our lessons were positive such as watching baby chicks hatch, learning to unwrap a sugar snake from one’s finger without being bitten, witnessing the birth of baby piglets, trapping an entire family of six raccoons in one night inside the barn, learning to ride a horse and getting back in the saddle if bucked off. I would be remiss if I failed to mention the twenty-six show lambs over time that, in and of themselves offered lessons that I will save for another blog.

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Country life had its hardships as well. There were always animals to feed and sometimes nurse back to health or say good-bye to, giving them over to death. Life in the country entailed mowing several acres of grass, plenty of leaves to rake, repairs were endless, and there was always a fence that needed to be mended or built. Rain is a benefit to fence building making the ground soft for digging postholes. It is also an invitation to any five-year-old boy who owns a pair of rubber boots and a dip net.  It was on a day such as today with its high water that fence building and rain created the perfect storm.

It had been raining off and on for several days. The ground was saturated and the water could not drain fast enough. Our property was several inches under water and the open road ditches were full and deep. Bill and I saw this as an opportunity to work on our fence-building project in the back pasture while our three children, ages 12, 10, and 5 were left to entertain themselves outside. Both of the girls were standing in the road just in front of our house visiting with their friends. Bill and I were so focused on getting our fence post level that neither of us noticed our son, Ryan, in his little red rubber boots, grab his dip net and head for the ditch in front of the house to catch crawfish. He had done this many times before but never when the ditches were full.

The water flowed rapidly down the ditch. Reaching the 18” culvert pipe at our driveway, it was then forced through the pipe and formed strong whirlpool suction. After running through the pipe, it continued to flow toward the creek a hundred yards down the road. Ryan began crawfishing with his dip net at one end of the ditch that was shallower and continued wading along the ditch to the culvert. As the water began to deepen, it became more forceful pulling his small dip net out of his hand. Stepping toward the net in an effort to retrieve it, the water filled his boots and pulled his body under and against the culvert pipe. Ryan straddled the pipe with his legs and clung to it with his hands trying to keep his head above water. However, the current was too strong and pulled his head under. He feared that if he let go of the pipe, he would be sucked into it.

While the girls stood on the road visiting, Katherine noticed out of the corner of her eye, Ryan under the water in the ditch. With shock and fear, she opened her mouth to scream but the words could not be found. Knowing that action had to be taken quickly, she ran down into the ditch. She stood at his head and tried to pull him off of the drainage pipe. Ryan was a stout five year old and his clothes were wet and weighted. She could not budge him from the concrete pipe. The only thing she knew to do at that moment saved his life. Placing her hands under his head, she lifted his face to the surface of the water, which allowed him to breathe.

Fear continued to run rampant and the color drained from her face. Katherine stood helplessly in thigh deep water holding Ryan’s head. After several seconds, Lauren noticed Katherine down in the ditch as well as her facial expression with its ghostly appearance. There was nothing that could have kept Lauren from jumping into the ditch just as Katherine had done. Throwing her body into the muddy water, she grabbed Ryan under the arms. With adrenalin pumping through her veins, Lauren was able to lift her brother, breaking the suction that the water and pipe had on him. She carried Ryan out of the ditch to safety with Katherine following close behind. At that moment, Bill’s and my attention turned from a fence post to the distant screams and crying of our three shocked, soaking wet children.  Making our way quickly to the front of the house, we saw the fear in their faces.  Bill and I scooped them into our arms and headed to the house as each of the kids wanted to share the frightening event of that rainy afternoon.

I give thanks often for all of the great memories and life lessons learned while living in the country. However, there has not been a rainy day since the ditch experience on Karen Lane that I have not been mindful of the mercy of God that day upon our family. Today, watching the rain slow to a drizzle, I once again relive that moment and thank Him for sparing Ryan’s life. With a sigh of contentment, I smile at the thought of that rascal boy of ours, and the two heroines living among us.

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About Sandy Byrd

I am a wife, mom, grandmother, aka "Honey". I am passionate about my role in life. I love to share my faith in Jesus Christ and His great love for all people. My writings are personal and come from my heart as I hope to share my vulnerable thoughts, struggles, and celebrations with you.
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11 Responses to The Perfect Storm

  1. Lynn Roach says:

    Brought tears to my eyes…I thank God too for his grace & mercy!

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    • Sandy Byrd says:

      You have experienced your own mercy from God time and time again with four boys!! From four wheeler accidents, to truck accidents, to rodeo arena accidents, etc… It doesn’t get any easier but it is nice to look back and consider His hand on our family’s lives! Praise be for the Roach boys and all the gray hair they’ve caused their Mama!

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  2. Patsy J Jordan says:

    What a great post! I remember that event well as told to me by your Mom. God is so good to watch over our kids not just as little ones but as they grow older as well. I am so grateful for the faithfulness of God!

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    • Sandy Byrd says:

      Yes, Aunt Patti. God is always faithful and full of mercy! I could probably write an entire book of our days with your boys on the farm and the mischief we seemed to always find! Fun times!!

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  3. Buck Oliphant says:

    Great story with a wonderful ending! I’m so happy that rain brings back good memories instead of sad ones. May God continue to watch over your family!

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    • Sandy Byrd says:

      Thank you, Buck for reading and commenting. I’m sure you have your own country stories to tell as well! Think of your sweet family often!

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  4. Jennifer says:

    I’ve heard this story before but enjoyed it again! Great pictures of your kids and so glad Ryan has brave big sisters!!

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    • Sandy Byrd says:

      I apologize for the repeat. However, it is truly one of those events that I think about when it rains. I wanted to put it into writing for my grandchildren. Maybe someday, they will enjoy reading about their parent’s adventures or should I say, misadventures. Thank you as always, Jennifer for following and responding. It reminds me of our days in elementary when we played school. You were always the teacher…I’m still nervous about whether or not I will make the grade!

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  5. Doris Conradt says:

    Sandy, yes the country is a wonderful place to raise a family, and yes scary things can and do happen. I had not ever heard that story. Love to you. Did you know I am sitting here with a cast on my leg? My cast is so so pretty!

    Sent from my iPad. Doris Conradt

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    • Sandy Byrd says:

      You are the coolest country Grand I know! Your broken ankle story needs to be written along with many other adventures and tales of your life as a teacher and rancher’s wife. I think that while you sit there with the most awesome cast on your leg than anyone has ever seen, you should begin YOUR story. After all, how many women would have butt crawled across a creek bed with a mangled ankle? You’re a woman with GRIT Mrs. C.

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