Amy Patterson – “My Thoughts”
Oh, small town life, how I love thee; let me count the ways…
I’ve spoken before about certain experiences I’ve had that make me truly appreciate living in this area. I had another one earlier this week.
In case you live in a home with no windows or doors, and have no access to the media, the Midwest was hit by a teensy tiny winter storm Sunday and Monday.
Considering where I live, about 30 miles south of Bowling Green, this was the recipe for disaster. Perhaps I should have listened to my Grandma, Aunt Carol, and husband when they told me to crash in town.
Believe it or not, I was convinced I could handle everything this “polar vortex” could throw at me, and do it all by myself. Believe it or not (again), I was wrong. Oh so very wrong.
Monday morning I awoke as usual, planning to head to work and put together a newspaper. Mother Nature didn’t think this was a suitable plan, apparently, because our mile-ish-long lane was closed thanks to some three-feet-deep drifts.
The Caliber (my “sweet ride”) is mighty, but low clearance meant I was down for the count.
Long story short, Mr. Patterson’s truck broke down in the middle of our lane, right between our house and the neighbors’, and proceeded to gel up. The neighbor’s truck was also out of commission; as was their tractor. AAA wasn’t dispatching any trucks until the roads cleared up (ironic, right?). I was, if you will, up a river without a paddle.
Here’s where “small town life” comes to the rescue:
The Edwards family lives fairly close to us. They are some very dear friends. Without my asking, they offered the service of one very large Holland tractor, complete with a blade.
Being the hard-headed and “I can do it myself” Gillum I am, I found it difficult to accept this offering.
Mr. Jim Edwards was over in a flash, bladed our entire lane, and towed Mr. Patterson’s pick-’em-up-truck to the garage. What a guy.
In the recent past I have been so very touched by the kindness of those in our community. I encourage everyone to help when you can, as often as you can. Nothing is more rewarding or appreciated.