I've struggled over even writing this post. I know it is going to come out sounding all whiny and "poor poor me" and I wasn't really sure I wanted to be THAT honest with folks. I try for the most part to be as positive as I can about life. And why not? I feel like I've been blessed the past few years. Then after thinking about it I decided that I pretty much share everything here so why stop now? There were so many other things that I would rather write about. But I'm feeling the need to actually say these things if only to get them out of my system. You see I had another wreck this weekend. Thank goodness it wasn't like the last one I was in.
They say that most wrecks happen within a few miles of your home. This time I was less than two miles from home and I hit a patch of gravel. I lost control of the truck. It went slipping and sliding. I tried to do all the things you are supposed to do in that situation but I suppose somehow I must have over corrected. I slid completely around and flipped the truck and ended upside down. Pretty much totaled the truck for all intents and purposes. To say that Mars is upset would be an understatement. That truck was his "baby" and was supposed to last us for many years to come. We had hoped it would be the last one we would own.
By some sort of miracle I came out of it with only a badly cut ear, a couple of bruises and some stiff muscles. I was lucky. It could have been so much worse. I had BB the dog with me. She was in the back of the truck and somehow came out without a single scratch. Once again I was made to understand that I wasn't quite done here yet.
I wish I could say the same for the truck. The picture doesn't do justice to the damages. It actually looks pretty good in this picture! I didn't think to take any before Mars started working on it. This one was taken yesterday evening after he had spent the entire day trying to get the doors to open, take the shattered windshield out, air up a couple of tires and pound the cab into some semblance of an actual truck cab. He even attached a chain and had it wrapped around the barn frame and with the help of a come along and a big hammer has been trying to straighten up the frame of the cab. I'm not sure if we'll be able to actually get another windshield to fit in it again but at least he's trying. The motor starts but is now leaking oil, (it lost A LOT of oil when it flipped) the steering is messed up, one rim and tire are toast, the windshield and a couple of other windows are shattered. I don't really know what all else at the moment. I'm afraid to even find out. I do know that we now are on foot, fifteen miles from town, and have no one here to even call for a ride. Aargggg.... back on that dang pity pot again. I'm trying so hard not to be. I know that I have so much to be thankful for.
This month marks one year here on the land. Almost a year to the day that we got moved in here. I guess I really SHOULD have gone and introduced myself to some of our neighbors this past year. Somehow though we have just been so busy here working on the place that I kept thinking that I would get around to it eventually.
I actually did meet a couple of them right after the wreck. I was just too scared (freaked out) to do much more than thank them over and over for the help they gave me.
There was the lady who was behind me when I flipped the truck. She stopped to make sure I was ok and helped me out of the truck. And there was another lady who stopped less than a minute later who just happened to be an EMT (with her medical bag in the car) who taped up my ear and stopped the bleeding and checked me over. She wanted me to go to the hospital and get a couple of stitches. (I didn't want to tell her that I wasn't going to go because I would have there or back home)
The man who lives just down the hill from where the truck flipped has a wrecker. After speaking with the LEO (who was 45 minutes away and said if we didn't need him then he'd rather not have to come out) he hooked up the truck, flipped it back upright with the help of two other men who live somewhere around here, and hauled it home for me. They even helped pick up the stuff that had been tossed out of the truck, including the tool box. That thing has to weigh at least 300 lbs and has most every hand tool that Mars owns in it. It would have been irreplaceable. I am ashamed to say that I didn't get anyone's name or if they told me I just don't remember. I was pretty shook up. I owe them all so much.
I do remember the wrecker driver saying not to worry and that's what folks out here did for one another. I half way thought someone would come by and check on us but so far we haven't seen anyone. Which is ok, I'm just thankful that they were there when they were. Angels come in all shapes and sizes don't they!
Mars is pretty upset with me right now. Heck, I'm pretty upset right now. I don't know how we are going to be able to afford to get the truck fixed and back on the road. It's that or find another means of transportation. Either way this is going to take us awhile to get over. Hey... at least I'm still here to worry about it!
On a positive note.... I had already gone to the feed store and done the grocery shopping for the month. So if nothing else we are ok on those fronts for awhile. I just need to stay positive here. I'm sorry this has been such a pitiful rant. I just needed to get it off my chest and out in the open.
If you are still reading this, thank you for your patience!
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UPDATE ! kymber over at Framboise Manor has put up a post about all this and is trying to help get us some support. (You are awesome kymber :-) )And North over at the Gun Blog Black List has graciously allowed her to post something over at his place. Please go over and give them some love!! I cannot thank each and every one of you enough for all your amazing kindness.