This Monday Memory goes back to the 70’s and family vacations. The church we attend has a gathering every two years for everyone around the world to gather, worship, and conduct business for seven days. As a kid, this was awesome for us because we were able to meet new friends and reconnect with old ones plus goof off in the hallways…typical kids. Back in those days it was held in Cleveland, Tennessee but nowadays it moves to different major cities. But let’s get back to my memory…we always would go to the Assembly as it is called and then go visit my grandparents who lived just a few hours from where it was held. Visiting them in the mountains of Tennessee was always a treat to me as a city girl! We also took a trip to the Smokey Mountains, another favorite of ours. There is nothing more beautiful than the Smokie’s in the summer!
This one year we drove through the Smokie’s and ended up in a horrible traffic jam, one that was miles and miles long. Traffic was at a dead stop and everyone was out of their vehicles trying to find out what was going on. The answer we came to find out was, a man had been so interested in the black bear he saw by the picnic tables by one of the road side picnic areas, he decided to try to feed it. Big mistake! The bear attacked the man. This was the hold up, emergency vehicles were having to make their way up the mountain to the man.
Now the weird twist to this story is that the very same year, and the very same traffic jam there was a young man and his family, whom I had never met, traveling through the Smokey Mountains on their way home from the same church function we had just attended. That young man would end up one day being my husband.
We were talking one day about the Smokies and our experiences and started comparing notes….we found out that we were there at the same time, stuck in the same traffic jam, on the same day. Tell we weren’t meant to be together!!
*Updated due to questions* I have no idea the extent of the attack to the man nor his injuries, I also did not I see the bear that attacked him. However, I have seen bears in the Smokies. Seeing that this happened in the 70’s, and I was a youngster, all the details are not very clear. But one thing is clear…Never Feed The Bears!
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