By Sue Trollip
It’s weird how the world works, the ebbs and flows. And sometimes I forget. It takes me by surprise.
I got into a skid on the ice. I did a 360 degree spin then stopped in a berm, facing up the hill. I lost my nerve. Sewing machine leg. Shivering jaw. I sat. Further up a truck slid halfway across the road.
Then a woman came past. Stopped to ask if I was okay. Told me there was another car at the bottom, in a berm. Then she zoomed off. Jammed on brakes to miss the truck at the top. Came sliding back down the hill … into me. We were okay.
Her husband came, to rescue her. Told me he’d be back.
He returned. Took a photograph of the damage. And left. Left me there. I was gob-smacked. Flabbergasted. Mind-boggled. This is not the type of person I am used to. Not the quality of people I have in my life. My world is of men and women who help. Who rescue. Who are kind. Kind!
I sat. Sewing machine leg back and waited.
A policeman came.
‘Hang tight’, he said. ‘Sand is on the way’.
Then he looked again.
‘If you backup 5 yards and floor it’, he said, ‘you’ll get up’.
I stared. Embarrassed. Afraid.
He nodded and reversed. Via his mic, he said, ‘Backup’.
And I heard the snow creatures on the windy road titter.
Then he said, ‘NOW! And don’t let up on the gas’.
And I went. Fishtailing up the hill. White knuckles. Deep furrow between my brows.
‘You’re a natural’, he said over the mic and I grinned as the adrenalin surged. At the top I breathed. Waved. Kept going in the fluffy traction of snow.
It is a good world. But sometimes kindness is not behind the first door. Be Patient.