Pg 126: The forklift

Family

 

We ran the family business on a 100-acre farm.  One Sunday afternoon, my sister and her family came to visit at the farm house.

 

As we visited, one of the flatbed 18-wheelers arrived the day before it was scheduled.  This happened on other occasions and drivers would just settle in until Monday morning.

 

I thought I would empty the truck today and let this driver go home.  I asked my 4-year old niece Melissa if she wanted to come with Uncle Steve to unload the big truck.  She said yes.

 

I took her down to Building 2, started up the noisy 8,000-pound forklift, and sat her next to me.  We drove in and out of the barn with load after load and she watched with every ounce of interest for about 45 minutes.

 

When I shut off the noisy forklift, she tugged at my shirt, looked up at me, and said, “Uncle Steve, we don’t have one of these at our house."