Helping one another in a crisses is a great gift of self.
The Great Thaw
The great thaw of snow had caused many streams and creeks to suddenly swell. Water angrily rushed down through the woods and hills to meet in a central location, which was the area of Farmer John's property. It had been a flash occurrence in the year 1887 in a small township called New Kensington, Pennsylvania. Residence had no time to gather their belongings; they only had time to get to the highest point from which they were at. Since this was a rural area along the Allegheny River many were fisherman as well, so boats were available to transport most of the residents to higher grounds.
Farmer John had helped many families gather in an orderly fashion and then had them systematically transported to the highlands of the terrace. Making sure they were safe with a group of volunteers on the hill he would descend the hill and gather another group of people. It had been on his fifth trip back to the town to assist yet another family that a sudden thunder storm occurred and the rampant waters forced his small boat to be dragged down stream. Everyone was on top the hill waiting for John with the last family of three to arrive but as the skies grew darker they knew he would not return. The rain had stopped some four hours prior to dusk with no signs of John or the last family, but the rampant waters of the Allegheny continued to rush swiftly below in the valley. Fires were made in potbelly stoves, not only to cook, but to warm the residences as well. All could hear the angry waters throughout the night; some could even hear the whimpering of John's family.
Dawn came after the blackness dissipated into quietness. A silence had fallen over the valley people now on the terrace. The waters had drawn back and the muck covered the descending road. Someone had let out a blood curdling scream. All rushed towards the feminine sound of distress where more silence was met. There stood John, muddy as heck but grinning from ear to ear. He briefly told his tale of where he had ended up, but he was more concerned about the last family. When he was told they did not make it John turned around and walked back down the hill to the valley. He found the last family in their home safely in their third story attic.
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