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February 12, 2006 Mathew J. Stucki Page 1
Brent and Debbi left their home in Alaska for a few weeks to come down to the lower 48 and visit family and friends. They stayed with Rachael and Alan part of the time and also went to Colorado to visit Debbi’s boys’ families. But after a period of time, they chose to stay with Mom and Dad down in Springville. We had an opportunity to visit with them, go on some fun outings together, and work with them helping Mom and Dad. A couple weeks ago, they returned to Alaska. I received an email from them that they had arrived home and found everything in order there.
We had the chance to help them clean their crawl space and cover the lower level with black plastic to prevent condensation from accumulating and passing into the home. Steven and Levi worked along side me and Brent. We finished the task and were rewarded with a delicious lunch made by Mom and Debbi.
During our visit, Mom and Dad related the following experience:
Following a regular health assessment for Dad’s condition, Dad and Mom were wrapping up their visit with the doctor and they soon realized that they didn’t have someone to take them home. Apparently, one in the family had driven them up to the Huntsman Center but hadn’t stayed because the appointment ran longer than scheduled. They needed somewhere to be while they waited for Brent and Debbi to come and get them.
It crossed their minds about at the same time that Lynn and Margaret were not so far away, so they decided to call them and ask if they could wait at their home until Brent and Debbi arrived. Sure enough, it was fine with Margaret and Lynn and they came and picked Mom and Dad up from the hospital.
As they began leaving, Mom recalls asking Margaret if she knew the directions for how to drive them of the campus. She responded that she did—that it hadn’t been that long since she had been up in those parts. But after a few moments, it became apparent that things had changed enough, she really didn’t know how to exit the campus. They did some driving around without a lot of success, until as Mom relates the story, they were in an unusual part of campus wherein the rode they were on seemed to lead them off of campus.
Mom and Dad were in back and couldn’t see very well over the high seats anyway, but eventually Margaret stopped the car and put in park to assess the situation and whether the road they were on was going to get them where they wanted to be. As the couple spoke in the front seat, Mom saw out the window of the car that a parked policeman toward the front appeared to be trying to get their attention, but failing to do so, he turned on his lights and siren. This caught Mom’s attention and so she looked out her backseat window to see a train (Trax) heading directly toward them. Unbeknownst to the party, Margaret had stopped the car directly on the trax rails, and the policeman seeing the pending tragedy was trying to get the car to move. Mom yelled at the top of her lungs, “Margaret! Move the car. A train is coming!” Margaret threw the car into gear and plunged forward, narrowly missing being hit by the train. After the incident, the policeman came over to the car. He asked them to explain why they had stopped on the tracks, and Margaret explained that they had been lost and confused and they didn’t realize that the tracks were there at all. He said “I’m not going to cite you for this although we normally would, but I want you to know just how close you came to a tragedy.” He explained that the Trax trains cannot stop and that it had just missed them.
Gratefully, they were spared and soon found their way home to Lynne and Margaret’s. Not long after, Brent and Debbi came to get them and take them home. I am continually reminded of the protection and longsuffering of our Heavenly Father. He prevented an enormous loss that day, for which I will be eternally grateful.
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February 12, 2006 Mathew J. Stucki Page 1
Brent and Debbi left their home in Alaska for a few weeks to come down to the lower 48 and visit family and friends. They stayed with Rachael and Alan part of the time and also went to Colorado to visit Debbi’s boys’ families. But after a period of time, they chose to stay with Mom and Dad down in Springville. We had an opportunity to visit with them, go on some fun outings together, and work with them helping Mom and Dad. A couple weeks ago, they returned to Alaska. I received an email from them that they had arrived home and found everything in order there.
We had the chance to help them clean their crawl space and cover the lower level with black plastic to prevent condensation from accumulating and passing into the home. Steven and Levi worked along side me and Brent. We finished the task and were rewarded with a delicious lunch made by Mom and Debbi.
During our visit, Mom and Dad related the following experience:
Following a regular health assessment for Dad’s condition, Dad and Mom were wrapping up their visit with the doctor and they soon realized that they didn’t have someone to take them home. Apparently, one in the family had driven them up to the Huntsman Center but hadn’t stayed because the appointment ran longer than scheduled. They needed somewhere to be while they waited for Brent and Debbi to come and get them.
It crossed their minds about at the same time that Lynn and Margaret were not so far away, so they decided to call them and ask if they could wait at their home until Brent and Debbi arrived. Sure enough, it was fine with Margaret and Lynn and they came and picked Mom and Dad up from the hospital.
As they began leaving, Mom recalls asking Margaret if she knew the directions for how to drive them of the campus. She responded that she did—that it hadn’t been that long since she had been up in those parts. But after a few moments, it became apparent that things had changed enough, she really didn’t know how to exit the campus. They did some driving around without a lot of success, until as Mom relates the story, they were in an unusual part of campus wherein the rode they were on seemed to lead them off of campus.
Mom and Dad were in back and couldn’t see very well over the high seats anyway, but eventually Margaret stopped the car and put in park to assess the situation and whether the road they were on was going to get them where they wanted to be. As the couple spoke in the front seat, Mom saw out the window of the car that a parked policeman toward the front appeared to be trying to get their attention, but failing to do so, he turned on his lights and siren. This caught Mom’s attention and so she looked out her backseat window to see a train (Trax) heading directly toward them. Unbeknownst to the party, Margaret had stopped the car directly on the trax rails, and the policeman seeing the pending tragedy was trying to get the car to move. Mom yelled at the top of her lungs, “Margaret! Move the car. A train is coming!” Margaret threw the car into gear and plunged forward, narrowly missing being hit by the train. After the incident, the policeman came over to the car. He asked them to explain why they had stopped on the tracks, and Margaret explained that they had been lost and confused and they didn’t realize that the tracks were there at all. He said “I’m not going to cite you for this although we normally would, but I want you to know just how close you came to a tragedy.” He explained that the Trax trains cannot stop and that it had just missed them.
Gratefully, they were spared and soon found their way home to Lynne and Margaret’s. Not long after, Brent and Debbi came to get them and take them home. I am continually reminded of the protection and longsuffering of our Heavenly Father. He prevented an enormous loss that day, for which I will be eternally grateful.
