We are a couple of retired California transplants who moved to Utah in 2004, hoping to live among a people who had values similar to ours and the people in Richfield do. In a hurry, I left my purse on a grocery cart twice, and in both instances my purse was returned to the store with all the money intact. Saturday, we had a pickup load of tree limbs to put in one of the huge dumpsters set out for the convenience of people in “Clean-Up Week.”
We also had an old car seat with all the iron hardware still underneath it that took both of us to lift it into the pickup. It must have weighed over a hundred pounds.
When we reached the dumpster, we were dismayed that it looked at least ten feet high. While still untying the load, two angels appeared (a nice-looking, young couple) and kindly asked if they could help.
We were so relieved. The young man jumped in the pickup, picked up the heavy seat with one hand, held it over his head and then deposited it in the vat. His wife quickly tossed the limbs into the dumpster. With bright smiles they were about to leave and I managed to say, “God bless you” with a voice choked up with gratitude.
We surely love Richfield and the wonderful people who live here.
Mary Alice Tustison