I was up talking to our dear
sister Ruth the other day and this story just came to mind. It’s probably the reason I am not thin. Ha-ha, could not be because of the whipping
cream in my coffee or my treasured (DNA) or that I love hot sourdough bread
with butter. Not at all!! Anyway, this
story feels like it happened a long time ago.
I was around 34 years old and finally felt
like my body was my own. I had 4 little
beautiful children in four years, divorced and look-in good (I just didn't know
it).
After my 4th baby, I was 31 years old and was fairly chunky, in size 19 pants. With my last 2 babies I had to go on bed rest for the last 6 months of the 9. So every pregnancy I would gain quite a lot of weight. After my last little baby, Ruth bought me a pair of pants that when I held them up I was sure that they would not fit. I told her that she was way off; they were so big they would fit a barn. But when I put them on they fit to my despair. Anyway, one day while I was at the ranch Dad told me that if I could get thin he would buy me a Cadillac, well that was all it took. It took me about 3 years and I was down to my normal form, size 14 pants and feeling thin (Pearson style). Ruth was now able to find me clothes that had some style to them. But on my own, I found a dress that was from the ma and pa store. It was a funny mixture of red, blue, with bits of yellow. The pattern was very small print so that the color ran all together, so of course it made me look thin. The dress was straight and went almost to my ankles. It kind of hung on me, but I thought that it was really nice and I wore it all the time. I had been out visiting mother at the ranch for the summer and it was time to go back to Las Vegas and get the children into school. Father said that I was look-in good and he had a caddy for me. I was delighted. I was just a bit worried what it would look like, but he did say brand new one (I was so believing). So Off we went to Cedar City. I did not have a vehicle at this time and was relying on my mother and father for transportation. Father had the car at a friend’s house and it was a caddy for sure and brand spanking new to him for sure. It looked ancient to me but I decided that father was making his promise good. We went to the DMV and he sold it to me for $1 dollar. It was so funny, but dad said that this way the insurance would be low(For sure). He filled it up for me and off to Las Vegas I went. The kids and I were so happy to have a car and my sweet little children trusted me to get them around safely. Well, we got just passed St. George in the canyon when I felt a boom and the car started to shake and pull, I knew it was a blowout. I was shaking as I pulled the car over on the side. It was toward the end of the canyon where the curves are quite tight. Traffic was zooming by and I knew that I did not dare to get out so I put on my flashers and started to pray. Thank goodness, God sent someone very nice and in a big rig truck. The trucker pulled in behind me and helped me change the tire. When he inspected the tire, he said that the spare was so bad that it would not get me to Las Vegas. He said he followed me into Mesquite, Nevada where I told him thanks for all his help. Needless to say, I had no money to my name and was stuck. I pulled into a gas station and got out. I took the children to the bathroom because after all that stress and time they all needed to go. I held Robert and Roselie, while Savannah and Crystal held hands. It was always an adventure. Once we got back, I told the children to stay in and I went to find someone to talk to. I walked back to my car and found the tire was flat. I proceeded to tell the station manager my predicament. He looked at me with my 4 little children and shook his head. I told him my home was in Las Vegas Nevada and I just needed to get back home. I said that I could pay him once I got home, but that I needed help at this moment. He looked at me in my funny ma and pa dress and knew that I was not lying. He knew that I was in trouble and whether he ever got his money back or not, he needed to get me out of his shop (I may have looked like a polygamous lady in a Mormon town). After a bit, he walked over and said that he had a fairly good tire that should get us back home and I didn't need to pay him back. I thanked him from my heart and said that I would send him a check. Thank goodness for these kinds of people. He had the shop put the tire on and off I went. I got back on the road and was cussing father and myself out because we hadn’t checked things out before I took my children for a ride. I was just pissed that I trusted him with his new caddy idea. It was getting dark by the time I pulled into Vegas and I had to find the lights and was just hopeful that all the lights worked. I got all the way through Vegas and on Blue Diamond road when I heard the siren. I was hoping that it would go around me so I went off to the side but sure as the night is dark it came up behind me with lights flashing. The noise woke up the girls in the back and we were all scared. I told my sweet children that it was going to be OK, but they started crying. I told them that the cop was coming up to talk to me. Thank goodness, I had her in a car seat. The cop came up flashing his light into the car and looked at the children in the back and then up at me. He said to roll down my window but I was shaking and scared. He asked where my registration sticker was. I told him that it must have fallen down in the back. I asked him if I could go find it and he told me not to move. He looked around and finally found it. He said that the back light did not work and that my brake lights were out. He made me open the trunk and he looked around in the car. I think that he may have suspected drugs. He didn't realize that all he was going to find on me was green drink. Ha-ha. Anyway once again I was cussing father out and the fact that I was so skinny that he needed to give me a Cadillac. So much for a new caddy that sat in the driveway.
It was the kindness and the help of others that I was able to make it home that day. I sent a check to that kind fellow from the Texaco gas station and thanked him for helping my little family. It is amazing who you come into contact with in this life and the gratitude you feel from their goodness. It is the love of God and the protection from my angles that saved the day. Life is an adventure that never stops moving on.
After my 4th baby, I was 31 years old and was fairly chunky, in size 19 pants. With my last 2 babies I had to go on bed rest for the last 6 months of the 9. So every pregnancy I would gain quite a lot of weight. After my last little baby, Ruth bought me a pair of pants that when I held them up I was sure that they would not fit. I told her that she was way off; they were so big they would fit a barn. But when I put them on they fit to my despair. Anyway, one day while I was at the ranch Dad told me that if I could get thin he would buy me a Cadillac, well that was all it took. It took me about 3 years and I was down to my normal form, size 14 pants and feeling thin (Pearson style). Ruth was now able to find me clothes that had some style to them. But on my own, I found a dress that was from the ma and pa store. It was a funny mixture of red, blue, with bits of yellow. The pattern was very small print so that the color ran all together, so of course it made me look thin. The dress was straight and went almost to my ankles. It kind of hung on me, but I thought that it was really nice and I wore it all the time. I had been out visiting mother at the ranch for the summer and it was time to go back to Las Vegas and get the children into school. Father said that I was look-in good and he had a caddy for me. I was delighted. I was just a bit worried what it would look like, but he did say brand new one (I was so believing). So Off we went to Cedar City. I did not have a vehicle at this time and was relying on my mother and father for transportation. Father had the car at a friend’s house and it was a caddy for sure and brand spanking new to him for sure. It looked ancient to me but I decided that father was making his promise good. We went to the DMV and he sold it to me for $1 dollar. It was so funny, but dad said that this way the insurance would be low(For sure). He filled it up for me and off to Las Vegas I went. The kids and I were so happy to have a car and my sweet little children trusted me to get them around safely. Well, we got just passed St. George in the canyon when I felt a boom and the car started to shake and pull, I knew it was a blowout. I was shaking as I pulled the car over on the side. It was toward the end of the canyon where the curves are quite tight. Traffic was zooming by and I knew that I did not dare to get out so I put on my flashers and started to pray. Thank goodness, God sent someone very nice and in a big rig truck. The trucker pulled in behind me and helped me change the tire. When he inspected the tire, he said that the spare was so bad that it would not get me to Las Vegas. He said he followed me into Mesquite, Nevada where I told him thanks for all his help. Needless to say, I had no money to my name and was stuck. I pulled into a gas station and got out. I took the children to the bathroom because after all that stress and time they all needed to go. I held Robert and Roselie, while Savannah and Crystal held hands. It was always an adventure. Once we got back, I told the children to stay in and I went to find someone to talk to. I walked back to my car and found the tire was flat. I proceeded to tell the station manager my predicament. He looked at me with my 4 little children and shook his head. I told him my home was in Las Vegas Nevada and I just needed to get back home. I said that I could pay him once I got home, but that I needed help at this moment. He looked at me in my funny ma and pa dress and knew that I was not lying. He knew that I was in trouble and whether he ever got his money back or not, he needed to get me out of his shop (I may have looked like a polygamous lady in a Mormon town). After a bit, he walked over and said that he had a fairly good tire that should get us back home and I didn't need to pay him back. I thanked him from my heart and said that I would send him a check. Thank goodness for these kinds of people. He had the shop put the tire on and off I went. I got back on the road and was cussing father and myself out because we hadn’t checked things out before I took my children for a ride. I was just pissed that I trusted him with his new caddy idea. It was getting dark by the time I pulled into Vegas and I had to find the lights and was just hopeful that all the lights worked. I got all the way through Vegas and on Blue Diamond road when I heard the siren. I was hoping that it would go around me so I went off to the side but sure as the night is dark it came up behind me with lights flashing. The noise woke up the girls in the back and we were all scared. I told my sweet children that it was going to be OK, but they started crying. I told them that the cop was coming up to talk to me. Thank goodness, I had her in a car seat. The cop came up flashing his light into the car and looked at the children in the back and then up at me. He said to roll down my window but I was shaking and scared. He asked where my registration sticker was. I told him that it must have fallen down in the back. I asked him if I could go find it and he told me not to move. He looked around and finally found it. He said that the back light did not work and that my brake lights were out. He made me open the trunk and he looked around in the car. I think that he may have suspected drugs. He didn't realize that all he was going to find on me was green drink. Ha-ha. Anyway once again I was cussing father out and the fact that I was so skinny that he needed to give me a Cadillac. So much for a new caddy that sat in the driveway.
It was the kindness and the help of others that I was able to make it home that day. I sent a check to that kind fellow from the Texaco gas station and thanked him for helping my little family. It is amazing who you come into contact with in this life and the gratitude you feel from their goodness. It is the love of God and the protection from my angles that saved the day. Life is an adventure that never stops moving on.
