My most horrifying close call came at the expense of my daughter.
We bought her a new pony, and the woman had said he was a bit hard to catch out in a large field. I told her that was fine and that I'd bring out a bucket if needed but he wouldnt be turned out into a large pasture. I assumed rather than questioned her further that he would run off, as so many kids ponies do. We unloaded the pony at home and let him into the yard infront of the stalls to stretch his legs and get his stall ready. A half hour later DD asked if she could catch the pony and I told her that was fine but if he walked away she was to stop and let me do it. She walked up to him, he quickly spun around and attempted to double barrel her in the head. My bro in law and I couldnt get there nearly fast enough.. how he missed I will never know. It was the anniversary of my Mom's death and I'm convinced she was watching out for her. DD fell and started crying... because she got her hand dirty in the muck.
Stop for a minute, open your mind, learn. You may not agree with what I say, I may not agree with what you say but we will both learn something new.