Some People Still Try to do the Right Thing

barry currin, stories of a world gone mad, beaverdamusa.comI haven’t had a very good run recently.

Don’t read too much into that. Most of what I’m talking about consists of things you would consider petty. That’s because they are.

I am not the world’s foremost authority on what Mama used to call “rolling with the punches” by a long shot. I still let stuff get to me more than I should.

With that said, back in December, Kim and Grant gave me a drone for my birthday.

Kim had the idea after our intern told me he had gotten one, and I went on and on about it.

It’s cool. I can fly it around and shoot arial video and photos.

These drones come in all shapes and sizes. Mine is about 2 feet in diameter and 8 inches tall. It looks like a flying spider with four propellers. 

There’s somewhat of a learning curve when it comes to learning how to fly one of these things, but I caught on pretty quickly.

After I’d had it a couple of weeks, I took it to our building downtown, which houses several businesses in what used to be an old woolen mill.

I thought it would be neat to get some footage for the website.

After a successful flight, I was bringing it in to land. It was about 4 feet off the ground when something weird happened.

Somehow, it was intercepted by another radio signal, and I lost all control of it, and it began rising rapidly. 

It didn’t care what I did with the controller. 

It didn’t care that I hit the emergency kill switch. 

It didn’t care that I was screaming, “come back, come back.”

There are several 150-year-old trees on the property, and yes of course, my drone found the tallest one and got stuck in the very tip top.

I cannot express how high up it was. The best description I can give is Kim saying, “You don’t do anything half way, do you?” when she saw it.

Tree services don’t rescue drones. Neither does the fire department. 

A friend of mine knows a guy with a bucket truck, but he was going to charge $300.

Yeah, I know.

I gave it up for dead.

But a funny thing happened today.

When I got to the office, it was no longer in the tree.

That’s the good news.

The bad news is, it wasn’t on the ground, either. It wasn’t in the dumpster. I searched everywhere but couldn’t find it.

I figured someone found it and took it. That was okay. At least I wasn’t going to have to look at it stuck up there for the rest of my life.

Then, on a lark, I decided to step into the coffee shop next door and just mention it.

The barista pulled it out from under the counter where someone had turned it in.

It was the best thing that had happened to me in a while.

It wasn’t so much that I got the drone back. What really filled my heart was the fact that someone turned it in because they were trying to do the right thing.

I spent a lot of mental energy searching for a way to get the drone out of the tree.

I plan to spend twice as much searching for the person who gave it back to me.


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