Tonight Ryan and I were talking about that Good Samaritan case in CA where a guy helped a woman out of a car that had been in a crash as he was worried it might light on fire, she was injured already and somehow in moving her he exacerbated it and caused her to be a paraplegic. She is now suing him. Don't you love that kind of stuff? It just makes you smile...or want to cry.
Anyway, this led to a discussion of whether or not to help someone on the side of the road with a flat tire cause they might be a serial killer or whether or not to pick up hitchhikers, which led to some really interesting/funny memories of dad and the things he has picked up off the side of the road.
I have a couple of memories of dad picking up hitchikers, but one in particular stands out. Remember that deer that we picked up off the side of the road on our road trip through CO? The deer had been hit by a car and left to die slowly and painfully, and mom and dad decided to put the deer in the car and find an animal hospital. I still think we are pretty lucky that the deer didn't go crazy and start kicking everyone and everything. How many miles did we drive with the injured deer?
This memory made me smile, I hope it does the same for you:)
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Injured Deer and Good Samaritans
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talk about picking up hitchhikers...Grandpa was the worst! One guy we picked up when I was pregnant with your dad, we were in the process of moving from college to our first home, we were in my dad's borrowed pickup, so the three of us were very cozy in the front bench seat...this guy was nuts and drunk...pretty scary...Then there was the night we stopped in the middle of nowhere with all the kids in the suburban, pitch dark night, to help two women who were stalled at the side of the road...grandpa got out and two men came out of the bushes with a tire iron in their hands...then there was the time.............:)I still have to remind him we don't do that anymore!
Ah ha ha, another thing that dad inherited from grandpa I guess! That last one is seriously scary.
Once we stopped in the middle of Wyoming (in the middle of the night) and the guy we picked up turned out to be an old Escondido connection. But we don't generally stop. Weird.
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