While we were in the scariest moments of our farm’s existence, we were still being blessed and being shown blessings that we have always had but never saw.
We were reminded of why we are here: to help each other.
We have three two-inch water meters with back-flow preventers that must be inspected annually by a professional. Those inspections cost hundreds of dollars per line and we just did not have the money, but the deadline was looming. A high school friend of Wilson’s came to our rescue. He is a plumber who did all three inspections and refused to accept payment for them.
Then there was the relative that we always felt looked down upon us for being country people who were simple farmers. That person has been so very compassionate and caring through this process. They probably never felt the way we thought they did.
Two family members who used to farm took time off from their businesses to run tractors for us before we could afford to hire anyone. They just wanted to help.
Several of our fellow farmers have offered to help us. They know we were late getting in the fields, starting to fertilize after others had already finished. They offered their time, their equipment. Two even gave of themselves and fertilized some of our fields. What we could not do, they did for us.
We were turned down for a loan by a banker who continued to call and check on us, even though we were no longer part of his job. He just cares.
Strangers around the country, even the world, have been rooting for us, cheering us on both in person and on the internet. People have sent us messages on Twitter and Facebook, left comments on this blog, called and e-mailed. People care! How amazing is that?!
We are excited about getting to a point in our lives where we can pay forward the kindness and compassion that others have shown us.