Misfortune.
My step-aunty and uncle were moving down here from up in the sticks somewhere, along with their two kids (and one on the way). Instead of going directly through the moving company, they accepted an 'under-the-table' offer from one of the movers for more than a third of the price (he otherwise would have come down here with an empty truck). They'd used him three times before, and trusted him.
The night before the big move, he asked if he could borrow their car to go our with some mates. Unusual request, but they let him. He crashed the car. It was a complete write-off.
Nevertheless, he was still all set to drive the truck the next day. And he did. Straight into a power pole. The truck was a complete write-off. It was a wonder he survived.
Everything they owned, apart from some little bits and pieces, was lost. As it wasn't through the moving company, their possessions weren't insured.
OUCH. Sounds unbelievable, I know. Needless to say, they need some serious prayer. The moving dude does, too. He must be feeling horrible.
posted by Alyssa @ 3:28 PM
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