It all began on a normal day in October 1961, when I was a freshman in high school. Me and my sisters, Ruth and Dorothy were growing up on a corn farm in the Nebraska prairie. The corn had just been harvested, and we would put the cows in thf feild to eat the little stalks in the ground. To do that we had to put up the fence, and the first step towards doing that was to drill the holes. Normally Dorothy and I, the two oldest, went out to help dad, but that day mom was especially busy so she sent seven-year-old Ruth out to the field to “help”. The drill was very dangerous, with a sharp blade wound around a metal pole and the whole thing spun super fast, when it was hooked to the PTO of the tractor. Dorothy and I knew to stay well away when it was spinning, but Ruth did not. She must have seen dad adjusting the drill when it was stopped and wanted to do it as well. It all went by in a flash. Ruth stepped a little closer to the drill. …show more content…
“Watch out!” I called, but it was too late.
The top part of the blade caught the top button on her shirt. The drill seemed to gobble her up. Dorothy screamed causing dad to turn around he immediately shut off the blade when he saw what had happened. He whirled around at me. “Quick! Go home to mom and tell her to get the car ready!”, he yelled, “And hurry! I ran the whole half mile back to the house, as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mom!” I burst into the house, “Th-there's been an accident! Ruth got sucked in by the drill! We have to get the car ready to go to the hospital. Mom and I ran to get the car, while I called the ER on our brand new phone. A few minutes later Dad and Ruth came back in the pickup, having somehow untangled Ruth from the drill. We put her in the back seat and raced away to the hospital. Things looked grim when we got to the hospital, where the doctor had just arrived from the next town over. “She’ll need blood!” he declared, as he jogged back to the records to see what kind of blood she
had. “It’s the rare kind,” he said as he came back, “the only other person who has it is ol’ Harold. Harold was the operator of the local grain elevator, who would likely be very busy this time of year. The doctor quick called him. “I’ll drop everything” we heard him say over the phone. Five minutes later, he pulled into the lot. They extracted the blood from him, and gave it to Ruth. I breathe a sigh of relief. My sister is going to be fine. A few hours later the ambulance came and shipped Ruth off to Lincoln. Dorothy and I stayed with our grandma and grandpa Quiring for nearly two months, but Ruth came back in December after what seemed like an eternity. Ruth broke every bone in her body, but somehow, miraculously survived and came back with only a few scars. I learned an important lesson that day. Everyone was willing to help us out that day, they all dropped whatever they were doing to help us out. No matter what happens, the world is better when we help each other out.
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“Hurry, we must hurry. There’s much to do. We must not waste another moment. Cordelia! ” My Mother yelled.
“You are in a hurry!” after probably expecting him to be less anxious. She then goes on to say
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“Young lady you wait right there if you're going to pout about something and run up to your room without explanation your crazy, so let's hear it!”
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