I also noticed that it was just one guy and he had nobody to help him unload his stuff. I watched as he made trip after trip carrying boxes through th... sliding glass doors on the deck at the back of his house. Then I saw him struggling with a chest of drawers. He was kind of walking it from one corner to the other as he obviously couldn't lift it by himself. I decided to go over, introduce myself and give him a hand. It was hot out and I was barefoot, wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and a. The sweat on her forehead amplified this effect. I can’t tell, but I think she is Middle Eastern. “Oh fuck” she exclaimed as she looked at her phone. “Oh. Hey Storme I didn’t see you there. My parents bailed on me, could you give me a ride home.” She asked“Yeah sure, is that all you wanted?” I asked.“Yep, thanks so much by the way. You don’t know how much this means to me. I live on Jackson Road.” She said she hopped into my truck. I went inside the truck to see Sarah had already had her. The company settled out of court and would pay for all my recovery expenses. So financially I was still good, but now I would never ride again, I would never live independently again. My free living style of life was replaced with medications, therapy, and learning how to operate my life with very limited physical independence.So yesterday was my fiftieth birthday and the care takers had setup a diner at a local restaurant as part of my training and recovery, to go out to a social event. I had. Sunday was spent relaxing and showing Jonas and Francine all the progress of the store, restaurant, bungalows, condos and especially the Little Beaver Railway. The bridge over the gorge was built and they had taken the train across and back to check all the supports.When everyone had eaten breakfast and gathered at the new train station that was still under construction behind the office. We boarded the train for a first ever trip around the property to the back line, back up past the lake and.