We were in the house, Dave at the computer, this fine summer day, when I heard a cry for help. Actually, and literally---someone yelling "Help!" I looked out the front window and saw a large hay-filled truck with a person pinned underneath the rear wheel on the passenger side. The driver was trying to fix a flat tire, had pulled over in front of our driveway, was attempting to jack the back wheel up when it slipped, trapping his leg.
I opened the door, and went outside to see a young man, saying he was unable to move and desperately asking for help. I ran back inside, told Dave, and I dialed 9-1-1, reported the situation and our address, and then got caught in the web of estimating the age of the driver, and trying to explain at what intersection we were located. Dave took the phone, bellowed "Get here!" and then sprang into action. He grabbed the jack from the trunk of his car and, in not much time at all, succeeded in freeing the leg of the trapped driver, before the emergency vehicles arrived.
As it turned out, the driver was not badly injured, as the wheel that was atop his leg was on the soft dirt-roadside, not the paved or blacktop of the highway.. He was Joanne Molesky's grandson, and about 18 years old. His mother arrived, after the rescue, and calmly said to me that I seemed more nervous then she was. But she got there when he was okay, though I believe they took him to the ER, and she hadn't seen him begging for help, trapped beneath a heavy and teetering burden of hay.
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