Wendy and Dale were going the opposite direction when my tire came off of my power trike. This was a terrible place on the Fruit Valley Bridge. The road is narrow and there is no vision. Being severely disabled, I could barely stand. Dale stopped his pickup and reassured me help was coming. He turned his truck around and came to help me. Wendy, being tall, helped balance me to the truck. Dale put the trike in the back. Even though it was a couple miles to my home, he drove me there.
Right truck, right time, and most of all, the right people. Their actions gave me much more faith in strangers.
