Well, the sleeve on my jacket eventually caught the rockshaft and it trapped my hand. It was wedged so hard I could not even wiggle my fingers to just tap the lever to raise the rockshaft.
I was pinned... alone... no wife up in the house, no helper standing by... no kids... no nothing... I felt like an animal caught in a trap, and the pain was excruciating, and my hand was turning purple.
I had no other option than to call 911... if I didn't have my cell phone in pocket... if the battery on that phone was dead (AS USUAL)... I would have probably froze to death sitting on that f***ing tractor with my hand wedged.
It's hard not to get emotional about the fact that I am so very alone in this whole thing with trying to get by on my own at the farm... I mean all I have are 2 kitties that I rescued from the milkhouse last July... and they really couldn't help me, no thumbs, ya know?
ANYWAYS... I feel for this man in the story... I myself, am afraid to die a lonely old man, but most people are, I think. I just have this overall feeling that it is high time that God send me a GOOD WOMAN to help me... but I think I am about given up on that.
