Greetings and salutations worthy friends in the land of the Great Bitog:
Maybe you've heard the expression, "The Lord watches over drunkards and fools." I'm here to tell ya I'm living proof to the truth of that well worn phrase - and I wasn't drinking.
Last Saturday, our community had our annual "Post Office Food Drive." It's a program where each postal patron has the option of putting a few cans or boxes of food in a bag and hanging it on their mailbox for the postal person to pick up and carry in. This food is then taken to a central point where it is divided among local food pantries to be given to those who are in need.
I've been involved in this for years and as usual, hooked up my trusty dusty trailer behind "Thunder the Wonder Pig" to do some food hauling.
We started at 8:00 am and worked hard hauling food till 6:00 pm that evening. I drove all over town loading, hauling, unloading, reloading, hauling and delivering. Finally the day came to an end and I head home. I back into my yard to park my trailer in it's resting spot. Having parked, I jump out of the car to unhook said trailer. I reach under the car to remove the pin that holds the receiver hitch in place - only there is no pin. It's not kinda, sorta hanging in there or just about to fall out - it's totally and completely gone. Apparently, in my early morning haste, when I hooked up the trailer, I never installed the pin.
What should have happened is that even before making it out of the yard in the morning, the receiver hitch should have pulled out, but instead, it held and I hauled literally tons of canned goods from "A" to "B" from sun to sun.
Said receiver hitch is not rusty, it slides in and out with ease, and yet it stayed in place for 10 hours of hauling, not to mention the trip there and the trip home.
Yes my friends, God does watch out for drunkards and fools, and I hadn't had a drop to drink.
Maybe you've heard the expression, "The Lord watches over drunkards and fools." I'm here to tell ya I'm living proof to the truth of that well worn phrase - and I wasn't drinking.
Last Saturday, our community had our annual "Post Office Food Drive." It's a program where each postal patron has the option of putting a few cans or boxes of food in a bag and hanging it on their mailbox for the postal person to pick up and carry in. This food is then taken to a central point where it is divided among local food pantries to be given to those who are in need.
I've been involved in this for years and as usual, hooked up my trusty dusty trailer behind "Thunder the Wonder Pig" to do some food hauling.
We started at 8:00 am and worked hard hauling food till 6:00 pm that evening. I drove all over town loading, hauling, unloading, reloading, hauling and delivering. Finally the day came to an end and I head home. I back into my yard to park my trailer in it's resting spot. Having parked, I jump out of the car to unhook said trailer. I reach under the car to remove the pin that holds the receiver hitch in place - only there is no pin. It's not kinda, sorta hanging in there or just about to fall out - it's totally and completely gone. Apparently, in my early morning haste, when I hooked up the trailer, I never installed the pin.
What should have happened is that even before making it out of the yard in the morning, the receiver hitch should have pulled out, but instead, it held and I hauled literally tons of canned goods from "A" to "B" from sun to sun.
Said receiver hitch is not rusty, it slides in and out with ease, and yet it stayed in place for 10 hours of hauling, not to mention the trip there and the trip home.
Yes my friends, God does watch out for drunkards and fools, and I hadn't had a drop to drink.
