“PLEASE… JUST LET ME TRY”
I was inspired by Thotman’s wonderful blog, “A simple philosophy” which he posted a week or so ago. It reminded me of an experience I had years ago while my dad and I were pulling mobile homes. I had left the story as a comment in Thotman’s space. He thot that it was worth blogging. My words here are nothing special, but my experience back then, and the lesson I learned from it were memorable. So here is another work story from long ago.
17 years ago, I spent a year pulling mobile homes. Mostly, I was hooked on to a new unit from the factory headed to the dealer’s lot. But occasionally, my mobile home toter was strapped onto what we called "a secondary". These used (usually old) mobile homes were always alot more work to move, because they were old, had tire and axel problems, and because we had to deliver them to somewhere besides a nice dealers lot.
I was attached to the nightmare of all nightmares. It was an old run down mobile home which needed to be delivered to Stanley Idaho. Actually to a remote outpost for some sort of camp in the mountains around Stanley.
The road up the mountain was like a sidewinder snake. I could see the back of my house from the cab of my truck as I made the sharp turns. Finally, I arrived at the destination. That was worse. The small crew got the man in charge for me. We walked through the trees and over a creek, and up the side of a rocky mountain side to a plateau to the place where he wanted the house placed. There was no road, not even a trail or foot path.
I told him no way. I can’t take my truck up through there. Eventually I convinced him that I had gone as far as I would with that load. He then asked me to just stay and give advice as he and his crew pulled it up with his tractor. At least it wasn’t my truck being ruined, so I agreed.
His little tractor was too small to even carry the weight of the house. Let alone pull it up the mountain. And his crew told him so, in no uncertain terms. He patiently listened to all of our objections while he brought his tractor over to chain up.
As he chained the mobile home hitch to the small backhoe bucket of his tractor, we all told him again that his tractor is too small, the mountain side too steep, too rocky, too … He stopped us all with one request… "You may be right, but please just let me try." We started cooperating with him. And I wasn’t the only one who stood in amazement as he repeatedly lowered the outriggers of the tractor and pulled the house three feet at a time to where he wanted it.
For my entire 4 hour drive home I thought about what I had just witnessed. It was impossible, but he had placed that house where he wanted it about an hour after he said, "YOU MAY BE RIGHT, BUT PLEASE… JUST LET ME TRY. Maybe I’ll go try something impossible today.