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The Sun'll Come Out, Tomorrow

Posted on September 6, 2015 with 3 comments

I met Annie! Well, the dog, not the movie character.

I cannot tell you enough what a joy this was-- a heartwarming and touching experience.

In addition to being a traveling Gospel singer, I am also a Doctor of Chiropractic, as well as a Certified Fitness Trainer.  Every three years, I need to get a certain number of continuing education credits in: 36 to be exact. Usually, I have them done well in advance, but due to an increase in travel for ministry, I did not have the opportunity to complete any of the hours until the deadline was fast approaching.

Flipping through the latest chiropractic magazines and perusing various sites online, I began my quest for affordable, nearby seminars that I could attend.  With none of the dates “gelling,” I was thrilled to receive a postgraduate update from my Alma Mater, offering a radiology seminar just a few hours away. I quickly signed up, not only because I needed to, but also, because I wanted to! I had heard this speaker before; he is very dynamic. Additionally, he wrote, and very well I might add, two of my favorite textbooks that I still use today. From New York to Connecticut, I went.

Meanwhile, in the state of Tennessee, there’s a beautiful dog, Annie, fighting for her life. About halfway through the informative seminar, the father/daughter team, well actually the father, who had a momentary lapse of concentration, announced that his thoughts were with his son and his son’s dog. She was mercilessly shot at EIGHT times by a reckless intruder while Phil, the owner, was out. Annie is a six year old Blue Tick Pyrenees mix and she sustained four of those bullets. Following news coverage of her injury and her 20- 30% survival rate, a Go Fund Me page (http://www.gofundme.com/Save_Annie) was set up to raise funds for her extensive surgeries in hopes of not only saving her two debilitated limbs, but also, her life.

Upon hearing this, I picked up my cell phone and, underneath the table, immediately began searching for the story. I typed in all the keywords I could remember and BINGO… there she was, picture and all. One look at those chocolatey eyes and it was love at first site. From there, I went to Facebook to find the owner so I could keep up with her story there as well. Found him and we became friends. Told him I was in his father’s seminar and just learned of the story and wanted to help. I did. I prayed, gave finances and shared her information. Little did I know that Annie was actually going to help me. With her steadfast resilience, all documented meticulously by her owner, Annie is miraculously overcoming all obstacles in her way. Still, there are some high hurdles to cross, but she is in good hands and well on her way to recovery.

Every day, I read her updates. Phil called her a community dog because so many people helped towards her recovery, and it really came to feel as if Annie was in your own neighborhood after a while. Speaking of which, I happened to be in Annie’s neighborhood recently. While there, I posted on social media that I was recording a Christmas CD in Nashville. The owner saw the post and asked if I would like to visit with Annie. Well, leaping lizards! Of course I wanted to visit Annie! A good friend agreed to take me, and I was off. I could hardly anticipate visiting this furry, wounded warrior who did nothing but protect her home from an intruder when she was maliciously shot at.

As I arrived, Annie’s owner greeted us at the door and gave us a quick debriefing on tones, movements, and attitudes to employ (and not employ) when meeting Annie—similar to anyone suffering post-traumatic stress disorder. We nodded our heads in agreement and went in for the inspiring Meet-N-Greet. There she was, lying on her white pillow next to the red velvet couch, just like I had seen in all her updates for the last two months. But, within moments of us entering, she was up and wagging her tail, heroically hobbling along on her two good legs and two casted legs to come over and greet me.

“No, no, Annie, stay there,” I thought “I will come to you!” But no, it was almost as if she knew how loved and supported she was and she wasn’t going to “make any bones” about showing her gratitude to everyone who walked through that door. After our hellos and sniffs and the like, Phil wanted to show us Annie’s progress. He did so by having Annie go down a long hall and come to me when I called her. I was overjoyed and all smiles as she limped down the hallway. There was no mistaking the clunking heartwrenching sound of the two heavily casted right legs against the hardwood floor as she valiantly accepted the task—a sound that even a hearing-impaired person, such as me, could appreciate.

I cheered her on and was moved to tears (but managed to save them for the car when I was out of her sight). I could hear the Rocky theme song swelling in the background of my mind with every step she made. Determination, spirit, perseverance and heart-- this dog had it. It was startling to watch her struggle, but then to see the actualization of how her father (i.e. owner) tended to her every need, as the Heavenly Father tends after the needs of His children (Ps 103:13)—especially when we are wounded—is, in a word, amazing.

Despite her disability, or handicap, (be it temporary or permanent), Annie is no less valued or loved than any other of God’s beautiful creations. In fact, she is a testament to His loving provision (Matt 6:26). She still has purpose and brought all of us together, as tragedy often does. There will always be the what ifs, if onlys and whys, the frustration, sadness, and madness, but I can’t help but to believe—really believe—it’s all part of a greater plan. It was no accident I went to this this seminar... I needed to meet Annie. She taught me:

The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow, there'll be sun

Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
'Til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely,
I just stick out my chin and grin and say,

The sun'll come out tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on  'til tomorrow                                                                                                             Come what may

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya, tomorrow                                                                                                                                 You're always a day away!


Bob Cieslak

September 6, 2015

So nice of you to give us an update on poor little Annie. All of God's Creations give us Blessings many times over. Give her a nice hug next time you're going to see her. It'll be from all of those who care. May God speed her healing.

Douglas Nunn

September 5, 2015

Awe Annie is a trooper! Thank you so much my friend Sherry for the update on God's creation and friend Annie! I am thrilled to hear about her progress. Just knowing I made a difference is heart warming. If not for you (Sherry) I likely would have missed this call! Further to this I must say you are a hard worker with a lot of responsibilities. It is comforting to know Jesus Christ is there for His Church we Love Him and could not do it on our own! God bless Annie and Her Dear friend Sherry Anne!

Bonney

September 3, 2015

I am moved to tears for this beautiful little puppy. (I call all dogs puppies - :-) ) I am so grateful to God for His healing power and hand of protection on Annie. It could have been worse and thankfully it wasn't. I am so happy Sherry that you shared this story. God always has a plan for us and in His time and you listened to Him and got to meet this precious little puppy. God bless you and Praise the Lord for to all who have helped with her medical expenses. Here is God's reason for you being in the right place at the right time. :-)