In this tiny town, people genuinely care about each other, whether they know one another or not. While this particular instance of receiving help stands out because it was so dramatic, I have experienced it in so many different ways in the few months I’ve been here!
S and I were driving a truckload of wood to the local hardware store, returning extra plywood, 6x6 posts, 2x4 boards etc. that we hadn’t needed for our building project.
The load was too long to fit in the bed of the truck, so the tailgate was open and the wood was piled in. We had neglected to tie it down, taking the advice that it wouldn’t be necessary to secure it since the weight of the 6x6 posts would keep the load in the cab. The person who advised us not to tie it down is generally knowledgeable about such matters and had just single-handedly picked up and loaded posts too heavy for the two of us to lift into the truck together. So we stapled the red flag to the end of the longest board to warn other drivers, and headed out.
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| (Not our actual wood) |
As we pulled up to a stop sign on a very slight incline, we heard a loud thump and the whole truck jumped a bit. Unsure what had happened, we got out and saw all the wood lying on the asphalt.
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| (Not our actual helpers -it happened too fast for photo documentation!) |
Before we even had a chance to react or to wonder how we would reload the truck with such heavy materials, two people appeared out of the bushes in reflective gear. Literally. They walked out from between the shrubs, in their work clothes and gloves, and started immediately reloading the wood into our truck cab!





