ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK: an often severe and sometimes fatal reaction to insect venom.

This is the story of a little girl named Anne. At nine years old, she knows she suffers from a severe reaction to bee sting venom. If stung once she will probably die within fifteen minutes, without emergency medical treatment....

Anne was on her way to church one evening...daddy was driving her, and sitting in the back seat she worked on memorizing her little Bible verse for the evening. She would close her eyes and picture the words in her head, as Dad drove along down the highway. Suddenly, through an open window, a bee entered the back seat of the car. Terrified, Anne screamed for her daddy to help her. 

In the rear view mirror dad looked to see what Anne could be screaming about, and when he saw the bee terror struck his heart. He began to execute measures to get safely off the highway so he could save little Anne from almost certain death. Constantly checking the back seat, dad watched as little Anne scooted from one end of the seat to the other, making every attempt to stay as far away from the bee as she could. Her screams of terror, high pitched, as she cried out to the only one who could help her...her daddy. Dad spotted a place to pull over just ahead. He anxiously waited as the rest of the traffic zoomed past the car, finally he was able to pull off the road.

Immediately he turned his attention towards his precious daughter, fighting for her very life, in the backseat. He shoved the car into park, scooted out from under the wheel, into the middle of the seat, and stretched himself to chase down the bee with his own hands. Anne was hysterical by this time...totally drained from fighting desperately for her life, her little body crumpled into a heaped fetal position against the back door. Tears streaming down her face, she cried out over and over for her daddy to help her. Daddy finally caught the bee, and with his hands cupped he turned back to the front and scooted to the window to set it free. But then...he stopped.

Facing the front windshield, dad seemed to be thinking really hard. As little Anne watched from the backseat, she pleaded with daddy to put the bee out of the car, but he just sat there staring straight ahead... Then, looking Anne straight in the eye through the rear view mirror, he opened his hands and let the bee go...it flew straight up, over his head, and made a circular motion straight back into the back seat again....and dad just sat there...watching....

Poor Anne. She screamed, and dodged, and it was even worse now, this time, because she couldn't count on daddy to help her now. He had let the bee go, he wanted her to die... Then he said...The bee isn't going to hurt you Anne...

Frantic, as she searched for a place to get away from the bee, dad turned around and faced her...
He opened his hands...
and there...
in the palm of his hand...
was the bees stinger............
Dad had let the bee sting him... so it couldn't harm his little girl.