Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Helping hand

There I was driving down a back road out in the woods, not far from my house. In the distance there was this truck that was half in the ditch. At first I was thinking that maybe my Blazer, in four wheel drive low range, could pull him out. There was a tow strap in the back. Back home there was some scrap wood that could be used for a ramp if needed.

When I got close I saw the back of the truck was full of beer cases and there were empties scattered all over the ground. My interest in getting them out of the ditch disappeared. In fact, I was kinda glad they were stuck in the ditch rather than driving drunk on the roads.

I like to help people. It’s good to feel useful. There are limits to my generosity. Heck, often I don’t mind helping people who are just plain stupid, but enough is enough. Those guys who drank too much and ran in the ditch? They are on their own. I didn’t force those beers into them. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.

Later that afternoon the truck had been removed. Maybe once they sobered up they figured it out.



  1. I can certainly understand that. Maybe they'll learn from this.

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    1. I like a drink as much as anyone, but I don't drive drunk. Went to too many accidents when I was a firefighter.

  3. When I was a teenager, A man in my community pulled a couple of drunks out of the ditch being nice. Later that afternoon the drunks rounded a curve in the wrong lane and hit a motorcycle, killing the man's nephew!

    1. That sort of thing was in the back of mind too!