When Wilford Woodruff was a child, he met with many accidents. At times he barely escaped with his life.
His father had a small herd of horned cattle - one of which was a surly bull. One evening Wilford was feeding pumpkins to the herd when the bull took a pumpkin Wilford had given to his favorite cow. Wilford was upset at the bull and swiped the bull's pumpkin to give to his cow. The bull became angry with Wilford when Wilford picked up the pumpkin and chased him. Wilford ran with all his might down the hill.
His father called to Wilford to drop the pumpkin, but Wilford held it tightly. It was for his favorite cow. The bull gained speed and almost caught up with Wilford when Wilford stumbled on a rock and fell to the ground. The pumpkin rolled out of his arms and the bull leaped over Wilford and gored the pumpkin to pieces. "Undoubtedly he would have done the same thing to me if I had not fallen to the ground. This escape, like all others, I attribute to the mercy and good ness of God." (Wilford Woodruff's journal)
Wilford was ever faithful, even as a child, attributing his safety to a loving Heavenly Father