It was my job to tell a young couple with recently born twins that their closing was delayed from Friday to Tuesday. “What about our truck rental and how do we get help on a Tuesday?”
A cavalry of help showed up on Tuesday, ages 8-38. Kids, cousins, family friends, and two trucks.
To our alarm, the house next door was cordoned off with yellow police tape after the shooting the night before. Scary people loitered nearby. This low-rent location for their college years was clearly not family-friendly.
15 of us packed 2 trucks in 45 minutes and were ready to leave when someone asked, “Where’re the keys to the moving van?” The client said, “On the dresser in the bedroom” … long pause … It was decided I would take the woman, children, and one truck to the next house. 5 brave males would stay behind and unload the other truck to find the keys.
As we pulled away, they were huddled in prayer. Then an inspired thought, “Let’s each try the keys in our pockets. It’s a Ford. Who has a Ford key?” The first random key tried started the engine, and the crew made a safe getaway.