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Angels in the night

Castleton Super-B

This type of truck has become the standard form of grain transportation here in Saskatchewan and across most of Canada. It is called a Super-B train and can haul 46 tonnes, or 1,686 bushels at a time. The two trailers are connected by a fifth wheel hitch, making the unit very stable on the road, able to make tight turns and easy to back up.

I had a close encounter with one of these units a couple weeks ago. I was coming home from Saskatoon after a Toastmasters meeting. It was a clear, calm night with the full moon shining; which means I don’t have much excuse for what happened. There were a number of vehicles ahead of me; as we got close to Delisle traffic slowed down. The vehicles ahead of me pulled into the left lane one after another and I guess I was a little distracted by watching the first semi that pulled out and wondering if he intended to turn off at the upcoming intersection.

I was suddenly aware that another semi was ahead of me and barely moving. I wasn’t travelling all that fast but the road surface near the intersection was icy and I knew I couldn’t stop. There was traffic coming in the left lane so I pulled right onto the shoulder, intending to stop. That was when I could see that this was a Super-B and that he was intending to make a right turn.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. There wasn’t a lot of room and after a bit I felt myself being pulled along, then shunted off to the side and into the snow filled ditch as he began to turn. Then all five trailer axles bumped the left rear corner of my car as they went by.

I wasn’t hurt and the car didn’t even look so bad. The left front tire was flat and I wondered if there might be more damage that I couldn’t see. My door had a little damage and the mirror was gone. Other than that it was only that back corner and a couple of windows that showed the effects of the collision.

A lady driver behind me saw the whole thing and took the time to guide me through the steps I needed to take while my thinking was still a little befuddled. I am very thankful for her help. I called the RCMP, called my son-in-law and got no answer, then called my wife. I got as far as telling her “I’ve been in an accident,” when there was a call waiting tone on my phone. That was my son-in-law and I had only began speaking to him when there was another tone. This was the RCMP telling me it could take an officer an hour to get to the accident scene. I called my son-in-law back and explained things to him and then called my wife whom I had left hanging with the news that I had been in an accident.

It only took half an hour for the RCMP and my son-in-law (who brought my wife) to arrive. During the time I was sitting in the car and waiting, three young sisters from our church happened to pass by. They got out of their car to see if I was all right, if I needed any help. They stood there shivering in the cold, wishing there was something they could do. Finally, they got back in their car, then came out again with a doughnut for me. “We took four,” they said, “and didn’t know why. Now we do.”

Insurance said our car was worth $11,400 and that it would take $16,000 to fix it. Our only option was to go car shopping. Yesterday we came home with a 2014 Hyundai Santa Fe, three years newer and a size or two larger than the 2011 Hyundai Elantra Touring that will tour no more.

Now she tells me, or, Why didn’t I ask?

My wife and I pulled into a parking spot at a fast food restaurant a few weeks ago. There was an empty space to our right and another empty space in front of that one. Just as I was about to get out, my wife said “It’s going to hit us!” I felt a bump and saw a car proceeding forward through the empty space and leaving the scene. I recognized the make and model of the car and my wife took down the license plate number.We were on our way to a little celebration later that evening, the damage was just a couple of scratches on the door, so I didn’t report the accident right away.

I was looking in the other direction and didn’t see the beginning of this incident. Since I saw the other car moving forward, I assumed that the car had come from behind and bumped us as it attempted to pull into the space beside us. I assumed that I had all the information needed and later filed a hit and run report with the police and a claim with the insurance company.

Last night over supper, my wife informed me that the other car was attempting to back into the parking space, evidently felt the bump, changed direction and left. We hadn’t really talked about the accideent before, we had other things on our mind that evening. We just looked at the door, saw that there was no major damage and proceeded with our plans for the evening.

I realize now that my wife saw the whole thing happen and I didn’t. My mind just filled in what seemed to be the most likely sequence of events. My wife assumed that I had seen what she had seen. As soon as she filled in the missing detail, which I hadn’t even realized was missing, everything made a lot more sense.

This got me to wondering — how many misunderstandings and arguments are the result of one person not having all the information, yet being absolutely positive that he does?

I’m wearing a scary face today

Yesterday evening my wife was feeling a bit tired after a busy day cooking at the seniors’ residence operated by our congregation.  Therefore I went to church by myself.   Returning home a couple hours later, I drove into the garage and walked the few steps to our back door.

Let me set the scene here:  at our back door there are two steps up to a short deck, with the door to the house on the left.  Straight ahead of the step is a sloped roof  cat shelter that I built two years ago.  The distance from the edge of the deck to the front corner of the cat shelter roof is roughly equal equal to the distance from the top of my shoe to the tip of my nose.  Very roughly.  I know because I inadvertently measured it last night.

For some reason the tip of my shoe caught on the edge of the deck and I found myself flying nose first toward said cat shelter.  The front of my nose slid rapidly along the edge until I came to a sudden stop as my upper lip encountered the edge of the roof.  I have a full upper denture and the force of the impact popped it out of my mouth, causing some abrasions to the gums and roof of my mouth.  It seems I also bit the tip of my tongue.

I picked myself up, walked in the door and called for my wife, blood streaming down my face.  She brought cloths and tissues and helped me get out of my jacket.  I got cleaned up as best I could, but the wounds and abrasions were still bleeding profusely.  She thought I might need to get the wounds stitched, I thought it wasn’t that bad.  She called our son-in-law for a second opinion and he was here in a few minutes.  He looked at the mess and agreed that there was no cut deep enough to require stitches.

I went through most of a box of tissues to soak up the blood until the bleeding finally stopped.  I spent the night on a recliner, getting a few hours sleep.  I’m actually pretty much pain free today, but I am on a liquid diet.  My denture did not suffer any damage, but my mouth is too sore to wear it or to chew with the denture in.

Last night my wife thought I needed to go to the hospital emergency ward.   Today she looks at me and says I’d better not show my face in public until it heals up.  I’m inclined to agree with her.

I am thankful that God has created our bodies to be self-healing.  The healing has begun even though my face doesn’t look very attractive right now (did it ever?).

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