Were you prepared at that point, Granny, or did you have to learn?<<<
No, I wasn’t prepared at all.
It turned out to be a tear in the heart wall, nothing could be done for it, except to lie in intensive care for weeks and I think the first hospital stay was 3 months, then a year of not even driving the car.
He had fought a big canal cleaning truck, to keep it out of the canal, when all the power on it suddenly went out.........I have photos of the tracks he left, in the soft sand, to stay out of the canal.
A super feat, so difficult, that it ruptured his heart.
The amazing thing, is that he did not know it for another 3 or 4 days, and then all of a sudden he couldn’t pick up the hose on the water truck.
It had been a very short time before that he had a physical for his truck drivers license and all was well.
As luck would have it, we took the weekend off and visited friends, almost no work at home, some thing we never did, but felt the need to do so that weekend, maybe a little guiding from God.
The irrigation company he worked for, paid the white shirters a bonus, based on how much money they didn’t spend on repairs.
The Truck mechanic, came late at night and told me that he had told them that the power was ready to go on Bill’s truck and they ordered him to patch it and get it out of the shop.
The irrigation company, told the employees, that if they had anything further to do with Bill they would be fired.
There folks shared the food they got in the fields and where they worked, even a box of squash was delivered late at night, so no one would know they had been to Bills place.
The Irrigation company would not release Bill’s last check, said he had not quit, so he couldn’t have it.
LOL, That was the week that I fell in love with a Mormon, I knew Catherine only lightly then, she called to see how Bill was and I told her about the check.....she hung up and told her husband, who said “Call her back NOW”, and I get this booming ranchers voice “What do you mean they won’t give you his check.........” I explained that it was an on the job injury and we had been told to not ‘quit’.
Logan made a couple of phone calls and the check was delivered that night by 2 of Bill’s bosses.
We lived in a town of 200, and I had lost my job, when the owners got in a fight and locked the doors on the laundromat, a couple weeks before. [Not my fault]
It was 3 years, before we got the Workman’s Compensation check, and they paid the hospital bill.
It turned out to be simple, once I managed to get a hearing for the case, they asked if I wanted to supponea any witnesses and I said yes, every employee of the water district.
All of a sudden it was over, they did not dare allow the employees to talk under oath.
We had livestock and I had a few cases of canned food no money and payments still on the land, well and mobile.
We made it, don’t ask me how.
As luck would have it, we took the weekend off and visited friends, almost no work at home, some thing we never did, but felt the need to do so that weekend, maybe a little guiding from God.
The irrigation company he worked for, paid the white shirters a bonus, based on how much money they didn’t spend on repairs.
My first husband's father died of cancer in 1980 at age 58. He had worked at the US Steel wire mill in Waukegan for 30 years. They did a physical for him and the company doctor found that he had lung damage "from smoking" (maybe, maybe not) but anyway when Tony came down with cancer it was not their fault, not the fault of the dirt and smoke from the steel mill... nope, it was his fault for smoking.