|It was a harsh winter. Sales in the area had dropped off in November, and payday was weeks away. With a child and no food in the house, I wondered how we would survive.
Then came the storm.
Snowstorm in the High Sierras
by David F. Calderon II
was living in the high desert, shortly after my divorce. It was our second year in our lake community, when my young son and I got snowed in for about three days.
We had only a half bottle of wine, half an onion, half a butter bar, one long loaf of French bread, and half of a box of Uncle Ben's Rice.
No one could come and help us. The bank was 25 miles away. I was annoyed and frustrated.
In the sleet and snow, my son and I got out our all-terrain motorcycles and went fishing on South Lake to catch some trout to eat. The weather made us miserably cold. It was snowing and cold on the lake. The wind blew and cut right through our clothes and hit the marrow in our bones: "bone chilling." I now know what that means.
Little David was laughing at me because my line was tangled.
The fish were just not biting.
Across the lake, we saw a man. He was fishing in the snow just like us. Odd, but he was. We noticed he was just plucking them out.one after another, and putting them on a string. He did it with such ease.
After a while he would glance toward us.
By this time I was fuming. I began yelling at Little David to stop laughing ( I was not a real Christian at the time.) I finally threw my weights, hooks, floaters and bait in the lake and said to my son, "Let's go!"
As we started toward the house, the man signaled and waved for us to come over and take the fish. By the time we got to the other side of the lake, the man was gone! The two sticks were up and on the string tied across them were 12 trout.
We thought for a minute. And we left with the fish.
When we got back home, I cleaned the fish so we could have boneless fillets. I cooked them in the butter with onions. We had bread and white rice. And a glass of wine.
Then one of Little David's friends came over and we three ate beyond what we expected.
The next day the sun came out and the snow started to melt. On the second day I made it to the bank and the store.
Little David and I never found or saw the man again, to thank him.
I know in my heart, he was an angel of God... I know in my heart he was.
© 1998 by David F. Calderon II
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