Ron’s driving his pickup now. His truck was buried under three layers of carport roof in Greensburg, Kansas, until this past Wednesday. (You can kind of see the bumper under this earlier-in-the-week picture if you click on it and view the enlarged image.)
Wednesday’s when Jonathan, Jason and I came for a visit. It took the three of us - Ron and Tyler, the son of a friend of a friend, were working on another project - a little over an hour to slowly clear away the tornado-tossed rubble that once was a decent vehicle shelter. Nail-infested wood and torn-up shingles went west. Broken bricks and one 2'x3' chunk of concrete south and east. Twisted tin north. The piles were as impressive as they were dangerous.
When the last brick was thrown aside and the driveway swept clean, Ron inspected the freshly uncovered treasure. The major damage was to the bed. The cab was in remarkably good shape. A few scratches and a dent or two was all. A lot of dust. Ron was pleased. He fished around for his keys, hopped in the cab and...the engine roared to life. Slipping the wounded wagon into gear, Ron backed away from the mess that was once his home.
Later that day the truck limped all the way to Kingman, Kansas, without a hitch...or a license plate. (Shhhh! Don’t tell!) The air conditioner blew a little dust out when Ron first turned it on, but, all things considered, that’s a minor thing. Ron has a truck to drive.
Upon reflection, it seems like such a little thing to me...clearing away one pile of lumber from one man’s pickup. The city around was still a jumbled mass of pick-up-sticks writ large. No one but Ron will notice this single missing vehicle. But...Ron’s driving his pickup now.
My friends and I made a little dent in Greensburg. Others are doing the same. Together we’re making a difference.
Make little dents wherever you are.