The story of Christmas is about so many things; faith, kindness, and the triumph of the spirit even in the poorest of conditions. So is the story of saving Starâ€¦and in the process, saving ourselves.
Super storm Sandy was on her way; the weather maps showed her imminent approach. To ease my concern, I scrolled through Facebook to find comfort in the collective conscience of social media. I came upon a conversation between two acquaintances, one a realtor who had spent the day looking at potential listings. What she found in the back woods of Salisbury Township was a horse that appeared weak and underfed. Confined to a field with almost no shelter, the poor thing had only moldy food and little water…and he was about to be in the middle of a hurricane. Horses are survivors, they can withstand harsh conditions, but not if theyâ€™re malnourished or dehydrated.
I messaged the only â€œhorseâ€ friend I have, explaining the situation. Wenda Howe Boyer responded as I knew she wouldâ€¦ â€œWe have to do somethingâ€ was the consensus. We talked options: It was too late to trailer him to a safe place until the storm was overâ€¦her trailer was stored miles away, the storm was about to hit, and a horse trailer would get blown all over the road. The most practical option was to take him food and water in the hope that if properly fed, he could weather the storm.
Wenda would go to her barn for supplies, Iâ€™d get directions from the other women and weâ€™d pick a spot to meet. After multiple attempts to verbally describe the horseâ€™s location and then to find it on Google Maps, it was clear the animal was truly in the middle of nowhere. The other two women bravely offered to go along to lead us to the horse.
Iâ€™m a country girl; I know how to dress for a storm. As I appeared in the kitchen in my slicker fastened with metal bolts and my Wellie boots, my husband, with an astonished look on his face, said, â€œWhere are you going?â€ After decades of marriage, the fact that I was about to head out in a hurricane to rescue a horse didnâ€™t seem to surprise him. I heard a deep sigh as he rolled is eyes and said, Good Lord; you canâ€™t go out there alone. Iâ€™ll take you in the four-wheel drive. We traversed Allentown from the West End to the South side, picking up one of the rescuers along the way. The other would drive her car to meet us.
It was now dark out and the wind was whipping across the parking lot of a CVS pharmacy as four of us sat waiting for Wenda. When her pick up truck turned toward us, I laughed out loud: Her husband was behind the wheel: Another good man following his determined woman in to the fray.
By now, power outages were everywhere. Starting the climb up South Mountain on a narrow road it was hard to see twenty feet in front of the car. Branches and entire trees littered the road. Those that couldnâ€™t be seen could be heard crashing in the woods. A scene from the movie â€œTwisterâ€ flashed through my mind. To add to the tension, after the first two turns, I had no idea where we were.
Finally we turned onto a rutted dirt lane. It was pitch black, rain was coming in sideways, and the wind was now a steady 30 miles an hour when we pulled up to a single-wire fence.
Six flashlights began searching the darkness, when a pair of eyes caught the reflection. Heâ€™s hereâ€¦We found him. Even in those conditions; violent weather, flashing lights, loud voices, he came toward us. Wenda took the lead, carrying a fresh bale of hay in to what can only be described as a filthy, run-down lean-to. Hunger overcame shyness and he took some food from her hand, and then ran off to hide in the darkness.
Assessing the condition of the lean-to; it needed repairs and a good mucking-out, we concluded there was not much more we could do that night. Just as that consensus was reached, an enormous gust of wind, the worse so far that evening, almost knocked us off our feet. It was clear the storm was worsening quickly. We needed to find our way out of the woods and back to civilization, leaving our equine friend with fresh food, water, and our prayers.
On Emaus Avenue, our little band of rescuers peeled off one by one, wishing each other well as Sandy bore down on us. My husband and I retraced our route through Allentown and were crestfallen to turn up our street and find it in total darkness. We were cold, tired, and despite my best efforts, soaked to the skin. There would be no warm house, hot shower or cooked food.
Less than an hour after returning home, while sitting at our kitchen table, bathed in lantern light, a blast of wind with a velocity that made it sound like a jet plane, shook our entire house. The wind seemed to subside, then we heard a creaking and cracking that became louder and louder until it was a giant roar followed by an enormous bang.
My husband tried to open the back door but could only create a gap large enough to extend his arm and the lantern. I heard him gasp. The giant Hackberry tree that stood on the bank up over our patio had come crashing down on the house.
We were relieved to see the flashing lights of the Allentown Fire Dept who came to rescue us in the midst of the storm, and grateful to our friends Vic and Jody Mazziotti for offering us shelter in the middle of the night.
The next day as we surveyed the scene surrounded by engineers, contractors, and equipment, more than one expert commented on how fortunate we were that such an enormous tree had miraculously fallen at a slight angle and not straight down on top of us, how if it had, we would have never escaped unhurt.
I have always believed that the energy you put out in to the universe comes back to you.
Call it karma, or fate, or whatever you like. And so, in the middle of one of the worse storms to ever hit our region, I believe the â€œhorse angelâ€ saved us… Our personal, October version of a Christmas miracle.
Epilogue: The beautiful white horse that six adults risked their lives to save is named â€œStarâ€. Wenda visits him regularly with his favorite treat, carrots. Through her contacts she found his owners and has been able to â€œmotivateâ€ them to take a little bit better care of him, although not at the level that she and I think is appropriate. I accompanied her last week to see him and am glad to report that he has gained some weight. Heâ€™s a beautiful creature with soulful eyes and I pray for his comfort and safety. I will continue to tell you about him as his story unfolds.
Photo courtesy of Wenda Howe Boyer
12 thoughts on “A Star In The Storm…”
Pam — What a great Christmas story that filled me with warm thoughts of helping others — person or animal! I can see in the pic that those soulful eyes are filled with thankfulness from the efforts of you and your friends. A joyous Holiday to you, your family, and your friends.
Val, you’re so right… Star has the most amazing eyes; they have such wisdom and sadness, too, in them. I think he’s very lonely, but he’s clearly grateful when he gets visitors. He was so happy to see Wenda and me last week, especially Wenda who he has come to trust. If we let the true spirit of Christmas come in to our hearts, we’ll surely find ways to help those who need us. All the blessings of Christmas to you and your family, as well.
Pam, what a night! What a story! Obviously you are a force of nature yourself to go to a horse’s aid during a hurricane. Bravo!
Donna, no less a force than a woman who goes to El Salvador to help others. Bravo to you… So nice to hear from you.
That event is the core of your character and your humanity.
Bill, what a lovely thing to say… Thank you. Such characteristics must run in my family. 🙂
Saved this to read tonight on purpose. Merry Christmas to you and your family. I’m learning so much on my travels this year. The Best so far “old friends are the best friends”. Happy trails until we meet again
Gail, it is so true: No matter how many wonderful “new” friends we make along the way, they can’t hold the same place in our heart as someone who has been there from the beginning. Happy trails to you… I’m so glad this past year has been a good experience. See you when the robins sing.
Oh, Pam, what a nice narrative about our pony pal, Star. Here’s a little story about my visit with him on Christmas Eve.
Say what we will about Social Media and the time robber that those sites can be when we find ourselves whiling away our precious moments on FaceBook and the like….but it was a special message of despair on the eve of the Sandy storm from Pam to me on FaceBook that allowed us the opportunity to brave the winds and rain in an effort to visit/rescue a lonely horse. I have since befriended this sweet old boy, and treasure the visits I have with him. He has gotten to know the sound of my car and eagerly walks toward me, nickering the whole time. He makes me laugh with his silly antics of smacking his lips as if he were talking to me, and, yet, the sadness of his lonely life tugs at my heart strings as I drive away after our visits.
I am grateful to you, Pam, for providing this introduction for not only the opening to have yet another equine in my life, but the opportunity to rekindle a friendship with you — one that was established 28+ years ago.
Happy New Year, Pam! Here’s to a new year ~ filled with good health, prosperity, and happiness!
Wenda, I remain very grateful to you for your willingness to intervene in Star’s behalf and for your continuing care for him. And I’m also grateful for how one act of kindness has allowed us to rekindle our friendship.
These last few weeks have been filled with wonderful stories of heroes entering the lives of others in so many rich ways. Thanks for sharing this wonderful story, which brings many of those heroes to our thoughts.
I also caught up on your Facebook post about your amazing hubby and his unusual actions involving other realtor colleagues. How blessed so many people are by the many protectors who come into our lives.
I know you understand what it means to be married to a man who is willing to help others: Brian Mickley devoted his life to that goal. I was very proud of Zsolt for answering the call of a colleague who was in danger, and am so relieved the perpetrator was caught. As for Star, my heart aches for him, out in the middle of nowhere in the cold. Wenda has become his guardian angel although there is only so much she or any of us can do to help when the owner refuses to surrender him. Wishing you joy, peace, and health in 2013.