“Jul, it’s me. I’m at the corner in front of your place. I slid off the road. I think I can get it out with the four-wheel drive. Can you come down and direct me?” So said my youngest sister when the phone rang on Saturday afternoon.
Me to Matt as we walked down the road: “There’s no way we’re getting that out.”
Me to the farmer who rents our fields: “Will, it’s Julia from down at the corner. My sister went into the ditch in front of our place. Can you come pull her out?”
His response is garbled, as I can hear he’s already on the move: “The corner? Ditch? Tow? I’ll be right there.”
Numerous drivers, including a patrolling cop: “Is everyone okay?”
The guy at the wheel of a passing snowplow: “I can pull you out.”
Me to the farmer: “Will, it’s Julia. There’s a snowplow here. He’s going to pull her out. Thanks.”
Guy who stopped to help: “What happened? Did you take the turn too fast?”
Matt (offended): “It wasn’t me! It’s my sister-in-law.”
The snowplow driver to my sister: “Put it in neutral and don’t touch anything.”
The motorist who had pulled over to help just happened to know the snowplow driver, so he hooked up the chains to connect my sister’s truck to the back of the plow. Another motorist put on his four-ways and turned his van sideways to block the road.
With a creak and a shimmy the snowplow pulled the truck up the bank and back onto the road. The chains were unhooked, everyone got into their cars and continued on their way through the snow.
It was a nice example of how helpful people can be.