"Miracle on Morada Lane"

Well she wasn't usin' it any more,the Chinook that is. And I was sure as hell freezin'! I mean she had passed away and wasn't plannin' any more trips on this here plane. I never met her that I know of. A fella' I know just walked up ta' me sort'a outa' the blue and asked me where'd I been stayin' I pointed at my backpack/bedroll combination and I said "Right here".Then he asked me if I wanted an RV. I inquired as to the price and when he said "FREE". Well i couldn't hardly believe my ears. I'd been livin' outside for what seemed like a mighty long time, ever since that danged tree collapsed down atop my previous mobile home. That had been In August only 4 months past, but these last weeks since the temperature done dropped well mercy goodness it's been downright painful cold! The sorta' painful that makes ya' wonder why ya' don't just sorta' give up tryin'. When that cuttin' icey knife sharp pain cuts inta' yur feet and hands when all ya' wanna do is sleep and sorta' escape fer a while. When those knives slice you awake again in the mornin'. Those blades keep cuttin' as you wait for the sun to warm ya' or till you can find a nice spot where some kindhearted souls will let ya' in. They're out there, the good people and they'll let you in. The other ones are out there too, of course the ones that'd rather see ya' freeze than muddy their little minds with the suggestion that they might be there somday. It can happen in a milisecond. How long did it take for that tree to fall? It can fall anytime ya' know. On anyone. It can fall on you ya' know?