Sunday, October 06, 2013


We knew when we bought the cabin that we would have the opportunity to meet a lot of people and to assist those who run into challenges while riding.  Injuries and flat tires are all too common on the rocky trail.   After all of the kindness shown to us during our tragedy, I was really looking forward to playing it forward. 
Our first weekend there did not disappoint.  It rained like crazy--like who-in-their-right-mind-would-want-to-even-go-outside crazy.  I know that I had no intention of leaving the protection of my little half-done cabin. 
The first person to knock on the door--which is saying something since most folks just walk on in because the sign that makes me smile is so stinking inviting--looked like she had been swimming in a mud hole in her clothes.  Mud was literally dripping down her face.  Her ears were full; her hair . . . well, let's not mention her hair.  Poor thing.
Her husband had a flat tire, and she agreed to be the one to go ahead and get help, not even knowing exactly what that meant.   To her surprise, I actually invited her in to use the phone.  There is a reason I painted the concrete floors chocolate brown, the color of trail mud.
She called the bike rental company and made arrangements for her husband's rescue.
A short time later, a young couple stopped by and asked if we had a pump.  We did.  It was in the shed.  I made daughter Tessa go out in the rain to get it.  I left it on the screened-in porch after they left--just in case.
And about when things were starting to look up--the rain had subsided and the sun began to peek through the clouds, a third visitor rushed up asking me to call for an ambulance.  A young boy had been injured and it was not good.  Dialing 911, I realized how unprepared I was for dealing with a serious injury.  I didn't even have my address memorized. 
I also did not have a lot of experience with 911 operators.  They sure ask a lot of questions.  What happened?  I don't really know.  What kind of injuries does the boy have?  Serious, I'm assuming, since they told me to call for an ambulance.  Where on the trail are they?  I have no idea.  Up yonder?
I was not that helpful.  And it is really inconvenient having a phone that plugs into the wall.  I forgot what that was like.  I finally had the lady making the request come inside to talk to the operator. 
Six-year-old Mac had been riding on a tethered bike behind his dad--probably having the time of his life--until it broke off.  Later his dad would say to me, "This sure isn't how we expected our day to go."
I knew exactly how he felt.
While we sat on the front porch and waited for what seemed like forever for the ambulance to arrive, I decided that in the future we would just drive the injured down the mountain. 
And we have--every single weekend we have stayed there. 
I am so thankful that Mac was wearing a helmet that day.  He needed stitches in his forehead and some reconstruction surgery for his nose.  It could have been so much worse.  Mac's dad is a dentist in Charlotte, so I was able to track him down to check on his little boy and to let him know that I had been praying for him.

You are probably wondering what there is to smile about after that story. 

Day 9:  The opportunity to help others makes me smile.

This past weekend, I washed a little girl's wounded hands and sent her off with lollipops for her and her sister.  I let a mom take one of her five young children to the bathroom because she never would have "made it" if she had to wait in line at the next public restroom.  Being kind and helpful just feels good.  Isn't that what being an image bearer of Christ is all about?

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themissymom said...

This post touched me in ways words cannot describe. Thanks.

Kolein said...

The smile on my face is big. The one in my heart is HUGE, after reading this!

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