Mike VI greets Darrell Bezet in his customary way.
After getting in “a stupid little fender bender wreck,” Bezet began feeling pain throughout his body. A doctor soon discovered a four-inch long bone spur threatening to sever Bezet’s spinal cord.
“I worked in nursing [and] took care of quadriplegics. And I thought, ‘Oh my God, there’s no good deed goes unpunished. Since I cared for quadriplegics, now I’m going to be one,’’’ Bezet recalls. He was living alone and in constant pain when Bezet says he had a life-changing experience.
“I was home praying, just praying and praying and a voice spoke to my heart … the voice said, ‘Come on, we have to go now,’” Bezet says. That voice, which he recognizes as “when the Lord spoke,” directed him to immediately leave his one bedroom shotgun home in Spanish Town — where he still lives with three of his own cats. When he drove away Bezet “didn’t know where [he] was going” but soon found himself on Nicholson Drive.
“I thought, ‘Well, Lord, there’s nothing here but Mike the Tiger,’ and he said, ‘That’s right, that’s where we’re going,’” Bezet explains. So he pulled his white Lincoln Towncar into the lot by Mike’s habitat, and there was the tiger — waiting.
Read more of Bezet’s story at http://www.lsulegacymag.com/2010/04/18/the-tiger-whisperer/