My brother-in-law / good friend Cal was inside the combine.
You know, one of those machines used to make bread?
Anyway, something was jammed up internally and he left the combine idling and climbed up inside on the straw-walkers. (things a person shouldn’t ought to climb on)
Don’t Look At Me
In the beginning of the ordeal, I asked my (now ex) brother-in-law if I could help.
Cal said no, he could handle it and at that point I had no reason not to believe him.
I just stood there in the middle of that field on a clear, cool Manitoba morning and as I stared off hard into the wild blue yonder I heard something.
The combine was making a different noise then it was just a few seconds ago.
What had happened was the belts which get “lifted” from their pulleys by a clutch during idle mode were beginning to cool down and as they did, the pulleys ever so slightly began to re-engage.
The change in engine pitch was just a few seconds ahead of my ex-brother-in-law’s frantic yelling and banging as the straw walkers started edging him toward the big harvest in the sky.
Get Right Back To Where You Started From
Yep, my ex-brother in-law is lucky that I’m not the trancy type of person who allows a peaceful environment to lull them into la-la land because as soon as I heard the belts start to grab (coupled with his unnatural girlish type squealing) I leapt into action and and switched off the machine.
The point of this story is that all that Cal did was:
- get something started
- got tangled up in it
- shite started to happen around him
- he needed help to counteract it
As a believer in the micro / macro concept of reality – its the same everywhere, no matter where you look – I believe that success must happen in the format that accidents do.
All we have to do is start something, get wrapped up in it and the events will take us away, ha ha.
Okay, maybe we need to watch the “wrapped up” part.
Thank you, friend.
Cal – Can I credit you here?