Our adventure on Christmas Eve really shook J and I up.
There we were all stressed about getting to town and the grocery store before it got (more) crowded so we could hurry back home to finish wrapping when we'd come upon our neighbor, on the other side of our road/fence line, trapped underneath his Rhino.
The neighbor, without a shirt, only in sweats and slippers, had jumped into his rig to go check the mail at the end of his road which is down 10 acres on the other side of his property. I'm sure he thought he'd only be gone for a few minutes.
While backing up he'd turned too quickly and the rig had gone over. His leg had been pinned and seriously broken. It will require surgery in the upcoming week.
While we'd been cozy in our home wrapping packages and looking at the rain/snow mix outside, he'd been out in the weather, trapped and unable to move. We only came upon him as we drove down our road to the store. J happened to look out across the fence line to the neighbor's house and see the rig turned over. That was over two hours after he'd flipped it.
The day took on a different color after our experience. Getting to the store and beating it back to finish wrapping wasn't important after fire/aid arrived and we left the scene. And because we'd had a good dose of reality, the rest of the day and every day since have been like a golden miracle we are grateful to have.
Both of us have noted that we initially had some trouble sleeping afterwards. We've discussed the event often as it still pings around in our heads. But one thing that stands out since that day is, don't sweat the small stuff.
And we don't.