One summer, I was more often than not, in charge of the morning milking. I was, therefore, the last to arrive at the fields to help with the hay hauling. They always left a truck behind so that when I was finished I could drive it to the fields.
One day as I was coming in, driving along some dirt tracks that go around the fields, I came upon a fairly good sized puddle, I could have driven around it easily, but my truck was big and I thought I could make it …I did not.
Dad must have been watching me come in, cause it didn't take him long to arrive in the tractor to bail me out. He didn't say a word, just started hooking up chains. Unable to bear the silence anymore I said, “I’m sorry Dad.” I will never forget his tone of voice as he replied, “I know, but you've all got to try it.”
It occurs to me to wonder just how many times he has had to pull his kids out of the mud or snow, probably 50 times for me alone. Thanks Dad.
From Jami:
If it makes you feel better Crys, I did it with a loaded truck! ;)
I've done this a couple times and one of the times my husband came in a firetruck to pull me out. I was pretty embarrassed but how many people can say they have the fire dept at their beckon call. lol
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