Sometimes, life just gives you a bit of a kick...

I don't know if it's to remind you something greater is in charge, or if it's a wake up call, or a change in the road, but sometimes, we just get an unexpected kick from time, to time...

We were in full swing on the 'Salvage Demo Job'... We were attempting to salvage as much of 'the homes' as possible, versus just smashing them to the ground and hauling them to the landfill. I'm a great believer that someday in future generations, our childrens' children will be sifting through our landfill's angry with us for our wasteful ways. So much can be recycled and we have become such a wasteful nation...

Anyway, on the 'man-child's' first trip to the landfill with some un-recyclable debris, fate struck. He was going up the narrow, winding, landfill road about 28 mph and a pickup truck with a dump trailer full of wood was coming down the narrow, winding, landfill road. The pickup truck's dump trailer veered across the yellow line forcing the 'man-child' to take corrective action in a Kenworth semi truck and a fully loaded 30' end dump trailer and the soft shoulder grabbed his trailer and sucked him off the road and onto his side...

The semi and trailer were totaled, but the 'man-child' walked away with cuts and bruises thank heavens and he averted hitting the passing vehicle which could have been catastrophic~!

Most of his injuries occurred when he popped his seatbelt to get out and fell onto the passenger side and into the glass and debris from the crash.

I am truly thankful that this beautiful Kenworth saved his life. At first, I was in shock...

The 'man-child' called me. I was at home planting all of the rosebushes he had dug out for me from the salvage yards. I had just finished planting my 27th, large, old, rose bush and my phone rang. It was the 'man-child' he was obviously shook up. He said, "Honey, I just totaled your truck..."

I said, "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" He said, "Yes, but your truck isn't"... When he left that morning, he took my dodge pickup. At this point, I was thinking he had been in an accident with my dodge. I told him, "don't worry about the old dodge, I'm just glad you're alright..." That's when there was a long pause and he said, "no babe, I totaled your purple Kenworth..."

At this point, I paused for a bit. Still glad he was talking to me on the phone, but sick in the pit of my stomach and attempting to process everything I had heard... I asked him where he was and he said he was still waiting on the landfill road for law enforcement and an ambulance to arrive. He asked me if I could come get him...

I was in shock at this point, kind of dazed by the info and I was shaking. I wasn't thinking straight. I had his pickup that was hooked to a large car-hauler trailer full of dirt and bushes, jack-knifed in my yard. I looked at it and said, "honey, I don't think I can get your truck and trailer out of the yard the way you parked it, but I'll call and get a ride to my pickup and be there shortly..."

My daughter came and got me and took me to town. On our way, we came up behind the 'man-child's' older brother on main street and flagged him over. He took me up to where the crash was and the 'man-child' rode with us straight to the emergency room. We are rural here. The landfill road is very rural and sometimes things just move slow in rural america.

He had a CT scan, x-rays and it was found he had severe pneumonia, but no broken bones. He had been sick with flu-like symptoms for a few days, but neither of us knew it was this severe...

Poor guy - not only was he suffering from the adrenaline rush of the crash, but all of the anxiety inflamed the pneumonia and he was down in bed for 6 straight days, sore, tore up and sick as a dog...

He's finally up and mobile, albeit sore and tired, but we're moving forward again and I'm so, so very thankful he lived to tell the story with just cuts and bruises.

He's back in his excavator (the 'man-child') and a local contractor helped us (standing in front of the excavator) keep moving the project forward in his absence. We've hired other trucks to haul off the demo and get this job completed...

The old house hit the ground (just its chimney is standing in this pic)...

The old house is mostly hauled off and the old garage is demo'ed and now gone...

The newer of the 2 homes was demo'ed yesterday (I wasn't on the jobsite yesterday to get pics) and it's on the ground ready to start hauling off. All that's left of the old home is the basement cement and a plethora of old bricks...

~ jealous Pam?~ Trust me, I stacked pallets and pallets of bricks to bring home *big smile*~

Now, we just move forward, one step at a time...

Nobody was gravely injured, or hospitalized. We have great insurance. We are thankful this 'kick' had a good outcome because it could have been so much worse - Now, we just continue...

Remember ~ 

"The greatest things in life aren't THINGS~!"