PrologueSome people may come to me from time to time and ask me if I am okay now, and some who don't know me ask me what happened. They heard about me on the news, but they didn't hear all the details. I'm used to the constant questions, though, as much of it has died out now. I counted exactly four months from the day my life changed direction. I'm much better now. I'm actually better. My life is exactly the same as before the accident. I still live with my family, go to the same school, still have all my pets, and most importantly, my horse Cowboy and I are perfectly healthy again. I don't look the same anymore, because my horse and I were stranded for about four months. I have lost weight: I now weigh 81 pounds, which is an improvement from when they found me, at 71 pounds. When they found me, they pumped a lot of chemicals into me so I could survive. They put me in the hospital bed in the ambulance and put me on an IV. I was fading, because I had lost a lot of blood from the wound. They took Cowboy into the vet's ambulance, bar none. Cowboy had actually found food for himself and was occasionally given a bucket of water to drink from if I could find water. I was very dehydrated, though, when they found me. At first I was afraid, but when my family laid eyes on me, they reassured me that I would live. I was so thin and frail you could see my whole bones. This was not expected. I was rushed to the emergency room and couldn't remember anything, because I was too weak. After sticking me with what felt like a million needles and taking X-rays of my body, along with them feeding me, I knew I was recovering in my hospital bed. I was recovering in the emergency room for... middle of paper... guys, because boredom had overwhelmed me. I also spent a lot of my days screaming and crying and screaming for someone to find me. I know I was found in the eyes of God, but I needed to see my family again. My health had started to deteriorate about a month into my adventure. Cowboy had also lost weight, despite constantly mowing weeds. I can be grateful, though, that I had God and Cowboy, despite these difficulties. Saved Now, after about four months of these past conditions, I had woken up, sicker than ever, thinner than ever, next to Cowboy munching grass. . “I need to be found,” I shouted forcefully. God heard me, when I started hearing a helicopter and heavy men coming towards me. I occasionally faded and fainted when they saw me. I woke up, staring at my family and the men who saved me. Then I knew I was saved.