Helping Out When Needed
Our stay at Clark Family Campground in Florida was thankfully uneventful. We had originally planned on only staying a week but ended up adding an additional week so we weren’t feeling quite so rushed. After all, we had to get everything out of our storage area, sort it all, take what we didn’t want to Goodwill or give it to our daughter, get our fifth wheel’s “basement” storage compartment re-organized to hold what we were keeping, and take care of a few other things like having our propane tanks re-certified and fix some minor issues that had cropped up with the RV. All while trying to find time for our daughter and her husband (gods, that feels weird to say) to come visit and catch up on events. Too much to cram into a single week, most definitely.
Upon leaving Florida, we headed up to Savannah Oaks in Savannah, Georgia again to hopefully see and do the things we’d missed back in November, like having lunch at Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room and Bonaventure Cemetery (former home of the statue featured on the cover of John Berendt’s book, “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”). We may have to add another week here also, as it turns out, because of something that happened about halfway into our stay…
Lewis was working at his desk table along the rear wall of our RV and I was sitting on the sofa with my tablet computer, catching up on various forums and other internet tasks, when we heard a huge thud-crash noise outside. We both jumped up and looked out the side window next to the TV cabinet to see someone lying on the ground across the street and people starting to gather around him. We went dashing outside to see what was going on, since we could tell that something serious had happened and we wanted to help in whatever way we could. Turns out the gentleman on the ground had been trying to unhook his towed vehicle from his motorhome by himself (he had just pulled into the RV park a short while earlier) and the towed vehicle had gotten away from him and rolled backward to crash into someone else’s fifth wheel, knocking him down in the process.
We called 911 while another camper who was a former EMT assessed the man’s vitals and kept him calm and stationary, and a third camper notified the campground office. The former EMT found out from the gentleman involved in the accident that he was alone except for his dog, and we volunteered to look after the dog for him – one less thing for him to worry about. He was taken away in an ambulance and we are now in charge of the gentleman’s dog and motorhome until his friend can fly into Savannah to take over for us, due to the accident causing a hematoma on the gentleman’s brain. Hopefully the gentleman has a speedy and complete recovery, as we can tell his sweet dog misses him dearly. If we have to stay another week to take care of our own desires, then so be it. That’s what considerate, caring human beings do for each other when the need arises. It just seems to be a more common trait in RVers than in the general public.
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