04/20/2026
Some stories come full circle in the most unexpected ways—and this one still leaves me shaking my head in disbelief.
A few years ago, I was set up as a vendor at an event, just getting to know the people around me. In the middle of the day, I got a call from my husband at home on the farm—one of our does was in labor, and something was wrong. A kid was stuck, and things were quickly becoming serious.
Before I even had time to panic, the vendors around me stepped in. People I had just met moved like we’d known each other forever. They packed up my booth, loaded me up, and had me on the road home faster than I could have ever done alone.
I never forgot that.
Fast forward to yesterday.
I went back to that same event as a vendor for the first time since then. And sure enough, many of those same familiar faces were there, set up nearby.
And then… it happened again.
My phone rang. My husband. Another doe in labor—but this time, five days early and not even in a stall yet. I could hear the panic in his voice.
I didn’t even have to explain.
Those same vendors heard enough of the conversation and immediately jumped into action—again. This time, even more people joined in. No hesitation. No questions. Just “we’ve got you.”
I thought we moved fast the first time… but somehow, this time was even faster.
By the time I got home, everything was already taken care of. Mama was safely in a stall, and her babies had arrived.
Safe. Healthy. Right on time—despite not being on time at all.
It’s easy to throw around words like “community,” but this… this is what it really looks like.
It’s people who don’t wait to be asked.
It’s kindness in motion.
It’s showing up—twice—when it matters most.
To those vendors who turned into friends, and those friends who showed up yet again… I will never be able to thank you enough.
You didn’t just help me get home.
You made sure I got there when it counted.
