The Unplanned Halt: When the Light Was a Train
We were heading to the grove full of optimism. The forecast promised two months of perfect weather—a reward for our hard work. Everything was planned: finishing the plaster, winterizing the shelter, and I had even arranged for sheep manure to fertilize the trees. We finally saw the “light at the end of the tunnel”.
It turned out the light was a train (truck).
In less than ten seconds, everything changed. From planning the future, we found ourselves being dragged backward amidst the sound of crushing metal. But a miracle happened—we survived. Terrified and shocked, but alive. It was as if our metallic friend gave its last ounce of strength to protect us. In the hospital, through the euphoria of survival, we couldn’t yet grasp the scale of what we had lost. As they say: you only truly appreciate something when it’s gone forever.