"Wait, you're going to someone's house that you met on the internet?"
"She lives where??"
"What do you mean you won't have cell coverage?"
"You're going to her ranch to care for her animals and you don't even know her?
I was asked those questions and many more when I announced I was headed to Carson's ranch at 7MSN.
I would love to have met her under different circumstances and I'm certain she feels the same way.
It's no secret that she lives alone.
It's also no secret that she's currently in the hospital.
She needed help.
Help taking care of the ranch.
Her sister, Kathleen came first.
Next came Danni.
Danni will come again and two more friends will follow in the coming weeks.
Carson should be out of the hospital in a day or two, but the sometimes heavy lifting that is required on the ranch is not on her "how to heal" list from the hospital.
I arrived yesterday with a lot of help from Justina and Don from Morning Bray Farm.
I'd never met them either.
Don drove me out over muddy hill and muddy dale.
Sloppy, greasy, questionable low places.
It rarely rains here.
Several inches have fallen in the last week.
So, the question remains---why am I taking care of a complete stranger's ranch and animals?
I really don't consider Carson or Justina or Don or Danni, strangers.
Just think of them as modern day pen pals.
We've followed one anothers lives for over 5 years.
The world is so full of bad news.
Full of reports of people doing horrible things to one another.
To people they know and people they don't know.
The kind, thoughtful people rarely make the news.
I want my kids to know that nice things do occur.
That helping real or imagined strangers is a good thing.
I didn't give a ride to a hitchhiker,
I'm helping a friend.