Last Saturday I left the cypress cottage and drove down the bayou to my home to wait for the “flood adjuster”, and he was already there. Not one, Stephanie of Gonzales, but TWO. TWO ADJUSTERS!!! And buddy, they meant business. They were half an hour early and had already gone around the outside of the house making their notes. They had a laptop open and were typing on it when I arrived.
After leading them inside, dreading the smell (which I cannot describe to you), hanging around, and answering their questions, I went back out into the yard to pick up some of the trash that had washed up and add it to the growing refuse pile on the shoulder of the road.
There I was, looking all lonely and forlorn, dragging refuse to the road, when a truck pulling a flatbed trailer slowed down, staring and pointing at my house. Who is this? I asked myself. Tourists? Sight seers?
As they pulled over on the shoulder of the road, they rolled down the window and the guy in the backseat smiled and asked, “Hey, would you like some help with that tree over there? We have three chain saws and we could take care of it in no time!”
Realize, friends, that I am still not 100% me, sort of zombie-like in my reactions, so I rudely answered, “Uh, sure, how much will it cost me?”
The jovial young man answered, “Not a thing! We just want to help!”
Just like that, they were out of the truck,
cranking up their saws,
and faster than you could say chain saw murder good samaritans, saws were buzzing, chips were flying,
and the job was done! Amazing! Simply amazing!
They holstered their saws and said the “bobcat” crew would be coming shortly to haul all the branches and logs to the trash pile on the side of the road, and would that be ok with me.
Ok with me? Are you kidding me? Sure it would be more than okay with me! So, to all you hard-working, selfless folks from Jackson, Mississippi who hit the road at 2:30 a.m. Saturday, September 27th, 2008 to come and help the Bayou People, I say merci a million times over.
To be continued . . .