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If you read the previous story about Crazy Bull Part 1, then you might have a little idea of how this one goes...  We raised rodeo bulls at our farm in northern Brazil. I taught horseback riding lessons and my husband rode bulls, did bull fighting and stock contracted and we even put on a couple of rodeos (but that's another story). Some bulls worked out and bucked good but others were crazy and only wanted to kill the one crazy enough to try to ride them. With one string of bucking bulls we had, you really could only go out in the pasture on horseback if you wanted to come back alive. It was a daunting way to earn a living. One particular bull was a very big and mean to the bone Charlois/Brahman cross (kinda like the other one from story Part 1) They maybe even came from the same farm, who knows... They both didn't buck very well and tried to mush you into the ground if you fell off them wrong, or even if you fell off them right too. We decided that this one should also go t

This adventure happened during the time when I was in my early twenties and living in southern Brazil in a beautiful city called Maringa. I was working as a missionary with the organization called Youth With a Mission (YWAM) I worked with that organization for around 5 years or so in various parts of the world and doing an interesting variety of tasks.  At this point I was doing rodeo ministry, where we would follow several rodeo circuits in southern Brazil and share the gospel, hold Bible studies for them, help in any way behind the chutes, pray with the cowboys before their rides, go with them in the ambulance if they got hurt and many other things. Since I also knew two languages I was called upon to translate for any English speaking cowboys as well. One fine afternoon while resting at the mission base, one of my friends and coworkers, Lene,  came running up to me very excitedly and told me that she just found out that two famous Brazilian country singers (ZeZe de Camargo e Lucia