Stuck

 I mentioned in previous posts that we do not have the money to build this land into a working homestead just yet. We don’t live on this land yet. During the winter months we seldom visit this acreage. But we decided to visit it on March 2, 2019. I should have known better, but I pushed my luck anyway, when I decided to drive the truck to the far-back-end of the property. All went well, until I tried to turn the truck (GMC 1500) around. The truck got stuck in the water-soaked ground, and the more I tried to rock the truck the deeper all four wheels sank into the ground. Fortunately, I had the commonsense to stop trying to get the truck unstuck. If I had buried the wheels, it would surely have been much worse.


My wife and I walked to a nearby neighbor to ask for assistance. Before we got to his front porch, he (the young man) opened his front door and walked out and greeted us. I explained to him what happened and asked him if he could help us. Without hesitation, he said he would try.  He had a Toyota four-wheel drive pickup. I wasn’t sure his small truck would be able to do the job. But it did.

After he pulled us out, I offered to pay him. He would not take any money. He was a great blessing to my wife and me, more than he will ever know. It is difficult to find people like him these days who are willing to help.


I don’t know if it was the embarrassment, or what. I know I should not have driven into the homestead in the first place. It was very foolish of me. But, somehow, I feel traumatized by the experience. I really hope this hopeless feeling will soon fade. You see, I don’t have any family at all to turn to for help. My immediate family are all died. My wife’s family all live in the Philippines. And whenever an emergency arises, she and I are on our own. We don’t have anyone to turn to for help.


I sure do hope this rain slows down so the ground can start to dry out.


Thanks for reading my ramblings. Blessings…