Meeting the Neighbors

You know, it's interesting how sometimes you plan your day and it doesn't go that way at all. I stayed home today to finish/start some honey-do's that I've been promising Bethany that I would do. Truth be told, I really wanted to be out at the Flagon pasture putting up some fence. So I started my day with mowing the yard. While I was gassing up my weed eater, I heard a four wheeler on the railroad tracks (which is illegal, by the way). The longer I listened, the slower the four wheeler moved. Eventually, the engine died, and I heard some girls talking loudly. So I decided to go and see if they needed help. They had already tried to turn around and, in the process, got stuck straddled across one of the rails--a very dangerous situation if a train were to come down the tracks. When I got there, the battery on the four wheeler was dead and wouldn't take a charge, making the situation even more dangerous. The four wheeler was too heavy for me to push out of the holes the girls had dug with the wheels while trying to get loose. Long story short, it took our farm four wheeler and about an hour to get them free and towed back to the road. We were so lucky there was no train. During that time, I had an opportunity to help and meet these girls (and later their mother) who had recently moved into the neighborhood. For us, this is what life is about--helping others when they need it most. Had I not been home, I wouldn't have been available to help. I didn't plan on spending part of my day wrestling a four wheeler, but I'm glad I was able to help our neighbors.
--Will