here is a short story a short email I received several weeks ago I love this

story and I think you will too let's get into it now that my family have all

passed away I can finally tell our story. In 1900 my family came from Russia and

Germany to homestead up near the Canadian border. There my great-grandfather

cleared trees and started our farm and back then there were no chainsaws to cut

trees nor any heavy equipment to move them once they were filled. Fills were

plowed by the collaboration of man and animal and then planted and harvested

by hand. It meant long hours of hard work but somehow my great-grandparents

pulled that farm out of the sweat of their brow. It was 1910 that it happened and

my great-grandmother was staying in town caring for a sick uncle. My great-grandfather

was working on a large wagon when it started to roll he tried to stop it but it

was too big. He fell under it and it rolled over his legs pinning him to the

ground. He screamed but grandma was in town nobody else was around to hear

him she would be gone for the next day. The sun began to sink beyond the grass he

feels and he heard her noise behind him in the trees. He was in severe pain and

unable to move and he was becoming sleepy. He fought the overwhelming need to

close his eyes but he soon lost the fight and he drifted into unconsciousness.

The next morning he was awakened by a hand behind his head and drops of water

were hitting his dry and parched lips. He put his hand on the unknown person's hand

for more water still drifting between sleep and awareness he opened one eye to

see someone dark looking down at him. He couldn't figure out who it was. His eyes

were blurry from sleep and he was severely dehydrated but he knew there were no

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