It was however a quickie rain spell, but did some damage.
Our poor driveway washed away...well, not all of it,
but a lot of the gravel washed away to the street below us.
It was a huge mess.
I hadn't realized the damage it caused until I had all the Little Nies
packed in the car on our way to a neighborhood block party.
As my car drove further down the road I saw that rocks had
been scattered quite a ways down from our home and in the road.
I dropped the children at the party, and drove back to
Fox Hill where I began shoveling the rocks up.
Mr. Nielson wasn't home to help me, and I felt exhausted after
my 20th small shovel load.
Soon enough a band of cars drove up my driveway and out popped
probably 30 men and boys from my neighborhood
all eager to help and willing to do
whatever it took to get the rocks taken care of.
They had all left the neighborhood party to come up and help me
and I can't say I didn't want to hug all of them, because I would have,
but that would have been slightly awkward for all involved.
All these guys attend the same Mormon neighborhood congregation as I do.
They are husbands and fathers, teach Sunday school,
sing in the choir, administer and bless the sacred sacrament each Sabbath
...and some of the young boys
at some point might even date my daughters.
(I am just sayin...)
I learned early on after my accident that I couldn't do it alone.
I needed help, and for a long time I needed daily help.
It was hard to see others doing things for me and my family
that I was doing months earlier before
the accident happened- and doing with ease.
It was hard letting others take care of my children, feed me, and clean my house!
Asking and receiving help helped me not only learn patience,
but mostly how to be truly humble- and humble enough to ask for help.
I learned this lesson again tonight.
I am grateful for good men and women with selfless hearts
who bless my life and know how to "succor the weak, lift up the hands