Roots in Ripon
1 February 2016
Chuck
Roots
Totally
Uplifted
There are moments in life when
you are simply caught by surprise in the events or the actions of people. This
past weekend Isaura and I were in the middle of one of those surprises.
We had driven to Reno last week
to attend the Mid-Winter Barbershop Harmony Convention, held at the luxurious
Peppermill Resort Spa and Casino. We had a terrific time with barbershop
singers from all over the world. We also ran into friends we’ve known for
years, as well as making new friends in this hobby we all love and enjoy. But,
alas, it too came to an end late Saturday night. Sunday morning we awoke to
find a significant amount of snow had fallen and accumulated on the ground. It
was beautiful and brought back fond memories of snow in New England where I was
born and raised. But I also remember shoveling the walkways around the house
and the sidewalk, and the driveway. And I remember digging my brother’s 55
Pontiac Chief out of a snowbank when I was learning to drive. That’s another
story for another time. Ugh!
The question we faced was
whether we should leave Sunday in the midst of a snowfall which was projected
to last until ten o’clock that evening, or wait another day, driving home
Monday. That seemed like a reasonable idea until I looked at the weather
forecast for Monday. The temperature was to drop well into the 20s. So, did I
want to drive home in falling snow which was building up on Highway 80, our
route back to California; or did I want to drive back on potentially icy roads,
or at least the likelihood of “black ice”. I prefer driving on snow to ice. So
we packed our luggage and set out to find a place to buy tire chains. Finally
got the right size at the second Walmart we went to. There was a run on snow
chains, which came as no surprise. After lunch at Applebee’s, we headed for
home, figuring the early/mid-afternoon time period would be the best time when
the temperature would be at its warmest in the day and might be enough to make
the roads passable without having to stop and attach the snow chains. In our
case they are snow cables. The tires on the BMW are fitted for cables, not
chains. Though my thinking was sound in leaving during the snowfall, the
weather did not cooperate.
We cruised along heading for
Donner Pass, increasingly encouraged as each mile of cleared roadway slipped
behind us. But, alas! T’was not to be. We were driving on a couple of inches of
snow when it seemed as though everyone pulled to the side of the highway to don
their chains. We followed suit. This is when the first surprise occurred.
The vehicle that stopped in
front of us was an SUV and had a number of young adults inside; and the car
that pulled in behind us had two young Latino men inside. I got out, opened the
door to the backseat where I had placed the box with the new snow cables, and
began the arduous task of putting snow cables on the rear tires. I no sooner
had them in my hand when one of the young men asked if I needed help. I guess
my once svelte body and gray hair caused these two guys to think I needed
assistance. I said “No thanks” and went about the business of preparing the car
for a bumpy ride on cables. I guess I didn’t do a very good job because these
guys pulled up alongside of me as we were poking along, informing me that my
cables were sliding off the tires. So, off to the side of the highway again to
check things out. They stopped as well and joined right in to help reattach the
cables. I began thinking these might be guys out to make a fast buck. I soon
discovered that was wrong thinking.
Since we were driving the BMW,
which is very low-slung, putting the chains on is a bear. Cold hands, pants and
jacket wet from lying in the snow wrestling with the cables, all made for a
less than pleasant experience for all of us. The two guys took the initiative
and completed the job with me basically watching. One of the guys went back to
their car, so I chatted with the other guy, discovering he had just recently
completed his enlistment in the Army where he had served as a diesel mechanic. As
he finished reattaching the cables I handed him a twenty dollar bill. He steadfastly
refused the money even when I tried a second time to have him take it. I had
planned to also give him one of my personal challenge coins from my time in the
military. He was pleased to take that.
Earlier, after we had stopped, a
Caltrans worked had told us to stay where we were because snow plows would be
coming the wrong way on our side of the highway. So we sat and waited. About
ten minutes later, a Nevada Highway Patrolman stopped by our car, asking us if
everything was okay. I assured him we were fine, but that we had been
instructed to wait before moving until a Caltrans person or Highway Patrolman
authorized us to continue.
Meanwhile, on the other side of
the concrete divider the eastbound traffic was a mess. A huge pileup of 29
vehicles, which included numerous cars, some pickups, and several semi-trucks,
had brought that side of the highway to a dead stop which extended for miles. I
had already seen one ambulance go by. Then I overheard the Patrolman mention
four more were on the way.
Then the next surprise took
place. Several of the big rig drivers had climbed out of their cabs and were
walking around chatting with one another. One of them called over from his side
of the concrete barrier to me asking if Isaura and I might need some bottled
water. We thanked him for his gracious offer, but we had plenty of our own in
the car. He then asked the two young men in the car behind us. A total stranger
offering a drink of water to total strangers. The Bible says such an action
will bring about a blessing from God.
Two fast moving snow plows
roared by at which point the Nevada Highway Patrolman had us follow him until
we were back on roadway that was cleared of snow. Once again we pulled over to
remove the cables. Our young friends behind us did the same, once again
offering to help me. As it turned out, they were a big help. Both cables had
been somewhat mangled, making it very difficult to remove the offending
contraptions. We freed one of the cables at which point I told them I
appreciated their help, but they should go on ahead. You see, they had been
traveling with the folks in the SUV I found out. Instead, they had stopped
three times to help me. I shook hands with both guys, thanking them for their
kindness.
I will admit that as I settled
back in the car to continue our drive, I was blessed in my spirit, having seen
the best in people, going out of their way in a difficult, challenging situation.
They could have easily kept right on going.
1 comment:
Chuck Roots is a blessing to all who know him. ... He's also a GREAT lead singer.
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