Crash of the Titan

That eventful day started off like any other day, with a kiss good-bye and a “be careful”, he was a carpenter after all.

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Our marriage started out pretty much as most newly wedded couples do with the exception of a horde of children.  Busy days of working, cleaning cooking, paying the bills.  My husband career choice was building houses, it was his passion.  It paid the bills and he enjoyed working with wood.  This was in the early 2000’s and we were in our early thirties.  Not thinking much about the future only living for the day and feeding hungry children.

That eventful day started off like any other day, with a kiss goodbye and a “be careful”, he was a carpenter after all.   I went about my daily routine of cooking and cleaning until… the phone rang.  It was his business partner, Bobby.  I knew something was wrong by the sound of his voice.  It was quaking, he sounded like he was going to cry.  Then he told me, “The building collapsed, Bill is hurt!”.  I think that’s what he said, I blanked out at that point.  All I knew was my newlywed husband was being airlifted to the nearest trauma unit in Atlanta.

 

What Happened??

Bobby tried to explain the best he could, “The storm from the previous night torqued the building’s frame out of position”, “We were trying to straighten the frame and the trusses (roofing frame) broke from under Bill’s feet.  He fell 16 feet to the concrete and the rest of the build fell on top of him”.  “I thought I killed him!”

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As soon as Bobby could get to the house, we drove to Atlanta.  Bill was in pretty bad shape.  Eleven broken ribs, broken collar-bone, twelve stitches to the head.  I never once thought how I was going to take care of him, only how I was to get him home.  I thought I would have a day or two to figure that one out, but silly me, this is Bill we are talking about.

As Bobby and I were driving to Atlanta, Bill and the Doctor had made an agreement.  Bill wanted to go home and the Doctor wanted him to stay.  The Doctor told Bill if he could walk to the counter and check himself out he could go home.  Well…that’s exactly what he did.  After bumming a cigarette from the nurse on duty,  having a brief smoke, he dragged his butt back into the hospital.  The orderlies poured him back into the bed.  That’s my husband.  Is he a Titan?  I think he would have made a good one.

Clash of the Titans
Struggle of the Titan

Juiced up on more morphine then most people could possibly handle, he waited for us to bring him home.  I was utterly surprised when the hospital released him.  I had no clue how I was going to take care of 6 foot 3 inch, 225 lb man with a ba-gillion broken bone.  This was the start of our new life together.  This was our first challenge.  Could we handle it, would our marriage make it?  I had to make sure he would survive his injuries now and those to come.

 

 

Faith, the Final Frontier

Our journey started out on very rocky grounds, only with an idea.

I don’t consider myself a traditional religious person.  I consider myself, if anything, spiritual.  I call myself a tree hugger, feet planted firmly on the ground.  I lean toward the naturalistic way of living.  Our adventure back to the Deep South from Michigan has strengthened my natural faith in ways I could have not planned.

Our journey started out on very rocky ground, only with an idea.  We had no idea how we were going to accomplish such a crazy notion of selling all our belonging and finding a suitable, affordable camper to get us south.  It had been far too long since we had seen family and friends.  This was priority number one.

Besides the usual internet searching and researching, which took weeks on end, I meditated and visualized what our journey would look like as we made our way.   This was a daily activity, images and feelings of positive emotions surrounded me.  Within a months time, our dreams and ideas started to become reality.  The house and pick up truck sold, we bought ‘Dotty‘.  The Sterling took a few more weeks, but it sold too.

I don’t know if you want to call it fate or faith, but it all fell into place.  Our trip of 1100 miles finished without incident.  Were we plain lucky? I think not.  The luck didn’t stop when we got to Georgia.  We were offered a place to park the camper while visiting family and friends.  Another family friend called with a potential job offer for this Fall.  We met a very kind woman who offered us to park the camper on her land while making a few dollars by helping her with home repairs.

I’ve heard it said, “events happen for a reason”.  Well, something was looking out for us.  Our faith in the positive has gotten us this far.  Someone once asked, “Do we have plans for the future”? I quickly replied, “No, events just unfold, if we were to make plans, we may miss all the positive experiences that may come our way”.

 

“Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having positive results.”

— Willie Nelson

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so let us all be thankful.”

— Buddha