June 2007.. 5:15am ... laying on the bed in the hotel room. My cell phone rings. It's the RAMP TRUCK driver.. OMG! I tell him our story and he says.. I can't take your Yukon to Bakersfield. I say.. are you passing through Barstow? He says "YES!".. I say.. could you drop it off at the Food 4 Less in Barstow right off the freeway and we have an extra set of keys.. if we could get the Yukon to California then we could figure out how to get it to Bakersfield a lot easier. HE AGREES!!! OMG!! BUT.. he's leaving in 1 hour.. we have to get it out and ready for him to haul.. We empty the Yukon and get it ready.. JR helps the driver get the Yukon up on the truck and secured! I pull out my checkbook ready to pay the driver... "HOW MUCH?"... he says.. NOTHING... he explains that he drives the ramp truck all over the USA for the different movie studios.. he says he makes GREAT $$ and this is a "PAY IT FORWARD" time!! We are SHOCKED!!

The waitress picks JR up at the hotel and drives him to the airport. JR finally gets a oneway rental to California... and we pack up the rental and off to California we go.. On our way to Barstow we get a call that the youth pastor of the Barstow Baptist church is in my 1/2 sister's wedding and they have agreed we can park the Yukon in the church parking lot. WOWO!! The truck driver calls and we tell him this news and he says he will drop the Yukon off in the church parking lot! We get to Barstow and our Yukon is parked behind the church.

We get back on the road and make it to Bakersfield just in time for our daughter to be in the wedding rehearsal! We breath a sigh of relief.

We finally manage to get our Yukon to Bakersfield and we buy my dad's Explorer. At least we have a vehicle to drive back to Missouri. The trip is very stressful. I am in extreme pain and my dad is constantly telling me I have a bad attitude. I can't walk up and down the stairs to the bedroom we are staying in at my brother's house. I literally scream in pain on the way up and down the stairs. I am trying so hard to be strong and keep my pain to myself but it's very hard. My dad is so mean to me. I keep trying to tell him I'm in pain but he is certain I have a bad attitude. I can't wait to go home. I am so unhappy!