Good Sa­mar­i­tan re­turns blan­kets blown away by Wreck­house winds

The Gulf News (Port aux Basques) - - Editorial - Sin­cerely, Jac­que­line Mantey (on be­half of the Mantey fam­ily) Cor­ner Brook, N.L.

Dear edi­tor,

I would like to re­late to you a short story of an in­ci­dent that oc­curred to my fam­ily in mid-July while we were trav­el­ling to Port aux Basques to catch the ferry.

Our ve­hi­cle had a lug­gage car­rier on the top. We were driv­ing through the Wreck­house area and I was ex­plain­ing to our 12-year-old twin boys the sig­nif­i­cance of the area, es­pe­cially the high winds. We were ad­mir­ing the beau­ti­ful scenery when one of the boys said he thought he saw some­thing fly out of the ve­hi­cle. I asked my hus­band to pull off to check the lug­gage rack. He did and to our dis­may the wind had rat­tled the lug­gage car­rier to the ex­tent that it popped the lock open. In the front of the car­rier were three heavy fuzzy blan­kets that we were go­ing to use on the ferry as we had a night cross­ing.

My hus­band looked into the lug­gage car­rier and ad­vised me that our three blan­kets were gone. My son ad­vised me that was what he saw blow­ing away. We im­me­di­ately turned around to see if we might find them.

We drove back ap­prox­i­mately 10 kilo­me­tres or more with no blan­kets in sight. We re­solved our­selves to the fact that ei­ther they had blown away or some­one had picked them up and they were gone for good. We pro­ceeded on to Port aux Basques.

While at the ter­mi­nal a while later, my hus­band got paged to the re­cep­tion area. We all went in­side and as he didn’t have his board­ing pass on him we waited out­side the re­cep­tion area for him to go back to the ve­hi­cle and re­trieve it.

In the mean­time, an­other pas­sen­ger was paged. The boys and I over­heard the other in­di­vid­ual tell the ladies in­side that he had not lost any­thing. He men­tioned that he had heard that some­one’s car­rier blew open and some blan­kets flew out. I im­me­di­ately jumped up and cried “That was us.” The lady in­side asked me if we lost some blan­kets and I said, “Yes, three of them to be ex­act.” She held up a re­us­able bag and sure enough in­side were our three blan­kets!

I couldn’t be­lieve it.

I asked how she came across them, and he said some lady dropped them off. She said she saw them fly out of our car­rier and went back to get them. She didn’t know who we were but fig­ured with the car­rier on our ve­hi­cle we were prob­a­bly headed to the ferry. So she dropped them off there. She told them to look for a cer­tain color ve­hi­cle with a lug­gage car­rier. Un­for­tu­nately, she didn’t leave her name so that we could thank her.

It’s funny — as I had ex­plained to my hus­band who is not from here — we had a good chance of get­ting the blan­kets back, as New­found­lan­ders are the type of peo­ple to try and re­turn some­thing they have found. And I couldn’t be more proud to note that that is what that lady did.

Again, I don’t know who she is, but if you print this and she sees this I just want to say thank you, for re­turn­ing my boys furry blan­kets and show­ing them that there are still good peo­ple in the world. And we started our road trip on a much hap­pier note.

On our way back from our hol­i­day, we were trav­el­ling through the Wreck­house area again. I got my hus­band to buy straps for the car­rier just in case it blew open again. On our way through the Wreck­house area on our re­turn, a car be­hind us was blow­ing the horn and point­ing up. We pulled over and sure enough the lock had popped again.

The straps kept it from pop­ping com­pletely open and los­ing any­thing again. (The boys would not put their blan­kets up there again!)

We drove over 3,800 kilo­me­ters on our trip and the only place the car­rier popped open was in the Wreck­house area. Our boys were amazed at the power of the wind in that area and are now con­vinced that the sto­ries of the winds blow­ing trains off the track are true!

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