For the past two months Doc and I have been working on a
“Passion Project”. It is essentially a
community beautification project called the “Garden of Hope”.
One of the features of the Garden is a dry stream bed. Doc and I managed to collect and transport
seven loads of rocks from various sources for that. Those were rocks which we could lift into
Pippy (my 24-year-old little truck).
In addition to the stream, I planned for 6-8 Feature Rocks in
other areas of the yard. I had several
leads on those and didn’t realize how difficult the task would be to actually
obtain them. One by one this past week,
it seemed the doors were shutting down on each of those leads.
Wednesday: I visited a construction site where two guys
said they would help me lift the desired rocks into my truck on Thursday at
quitting time.
Thursday: I returned with gloves,
wheelbarrow, and a case of beer for the guys.
The same guys were not working. I
stood in the sun for 40 minutes as the carpenters wrapped up their work for the
day. Then I asked several of them if
they would help me lift a few rocks.
None of them would except for one “old guy” (probably in his sixties)
who said OK. He lifted one rock and was
going to quit, but I pushed for a second.
After the second one, the poor man said “No more” in very broken
English.
One by one the workers left.
I was standing next to a rock with my ready wheelbarrow in hopes that
someone would just take 2 minutes and help.
The last guy was walking over to me …..
and right past me into the blue Port-a-Potty! When he emerged I asked if he could lift the
rock into the wheelbarrow with me? He
replied, “but then what would you do with it?”
He then locked the gate, got in his truck, and drove away.
I was so discouraged. I
sat on the side of the road too weary to lift the wheelbarrow back into my
nearly empty truck and so disheartened.
Tears were streaming as I said, “Look
Powers that BE – I have been doing everything I can think of now for several
weeks to get these big rocks for the Project. I want to give up on this! I quit! If YOU want the D*** rocks, then YOU get
them!”
Within
two minutes a big grey truck came down the street. The driver pulled over to my side of the road
and said, “Do you need something?”
After the initial shock, I
replied “Yes – Rocks.” He asked from
where I needed to fetch them? I told him
my story and that it appeared my resources had dried up. He said he would somehow help me get the
desired 200 pound boulders! I told him
he was an Angel!!! He laughed.
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| Lou's Rocks |
Two hours later I received an email and this photo saying “Rocks
are in the truck. Where and when would you like them delivered?”
Friday:
Lou and a co-worker James met me at
the jobsite. These “Rock Angels” had the
stones Rolled off the truck and
carried aside within a few minutes.
Again my tears were streaming.
This time in gratitude!
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| Rock Angels Delivering |
I thought that was where this story would end. I was happy and grateful. But there is more .....
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Saturday:
Miguel
was the first worker to arrive on site, I was so very excited to show him the
rocks. I explained how two of the rocks
would go here… and another two were to go here … and another one here …. (And those locations were also shown on the
design plan).
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| Pippy with Pea Gravel |
Then I went to fetch a load of pea gravel
for the stream. When I returned the
rocks had been moved – but NOT where I
had intended. They had been used as
part of the stream!!! NO!! I was very “frustrated”. (A polite form of the adjective).
I could
not move the rocks by myself, and I could not ask Miguel to take them back
out. I was at wit’s end. In addition, Miguel said he needed an 8th
load of medium stones for the stream!
Grrrr… Doc and I headed out for
rocks to a site near our home and said we would return in 2-3 hours with a load
of washed rocks.
Doc
and I usually take a certain route, but Doc asked if perhaps today we should
take an alternate route. We drove past an
excavation site which I had been watching for a few weeks. Today (a Saturday) there were four pieces of
heavy equipment operating! And rocks of
every size all over the place! Doc and I
were able to fill my truck in just a few minutes and these rocks did not need
any washing. I expected Load #8 to take
us three hours to obtain. We were done
in 30 minutes! This was almost too good
to BELIEVE!
A guy
in a pickup truck stopped to see Doc and I as we were loading rocks. Uhh Ohh…
Angels please help out here. The guy was
super friendly and said we could have as many rocks as we wanted and the gates
would be open until 5 p.m.!
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| Boulder Rollin' |
I
asked the guy about getting some “feature boulders” (big ones). He said to take
what I wanted. Now how the heck could I
lift 200-250 lb. rocks? I drove back to
the Garden Project and managed to get Miguel, Angel and Doc to come with me to
the excavation site. I still did not
know exactly how we would lift the heavy boulders into Pippy.
Can
you believe this? There was a berm with
dozens of boulders the size we needed! I
backed up my truck, then Miguel and Angel essentially ROLLED the boulders right into Pippy’s bed! Talk about a miracle. We did not have to lift the boulders!
Poor
Pippy. She is such a trooper. She was scratched and tired, but she
graciously hauled the heavy load back to the jobsite. It was 100 degree at the time, but she kept
her cool.
Conclusion:
The Angels arranged for incredible boulders from not just ONE
source, but from TWO! It was if they
were saying, “You think the first ‘miracle’ was mind boggling? Here’s Another One. NOW do you BELIEVE? Just ‘ask and ye shall receive!’”
Today was dee
Final Test for dee six week training class Sheila and mee have been going
to. Sheila does everyting Mr. Doc tells
her to do. She walks, she sits, she
lays, she stays, she comes. She is such
a show off and of course, “Daddy’s Little Girl”. 
