To the Editor:
I have spent the better part of my life living in Midcoast Maine. Personal circumstances necessitated a couple of relocations to other parts of the US, but I always knew I would end up back here in Lincoln County. I became disabled (lung cancer) nearly five years ago and moved back for good in the fall of 2005.
I have since received the best medical care ever from Miles Memorial Hospital, St Andrews Hospital, The Alfond Cancer Center and countless Doctors and Nurses who have become my friends and neighbors as well. I now live in Jefferson and feel right at home, safe and sound and I make it a point to support local causes whenever possible. The following story is just one example of the blessings I receive daily.
On Sunday I got my motorcycle out of the barn and took an inventory of things to fix or spruce up for the coming season. I couldn’t resist taking a short ride and, as I went to turn around and head back home, I slipped off the shoulder of the dirt road I was on. Try as I might I couldn’t get back on the road alone.
It was starting to get a little late so I walked the mile or so back to my house. I had a friend coming over on Monday to help me with some chores and I knew the two of us could get the bike back on the road easily. Thinking the situation was under control I went to bed about 9:30 p.m. or so. I was awakened at 4 a.m. by loud knocking at my door.
I was barely awake when my neighbor, a Jefferson firefighter, asked where my motorcycle was. I started to explain when a Deputy Sheriff pulled in the dooryard followed by a tow truck with my bike in tow. I assured everyone that I was OK and the bike was indeed mine.
It wasn’t until Wednesday that I got the full story of what happened from the article in the LCN. I would like to sincerely thank all the people who “turned out” in the middle of the night thinking there could be someone terribly hurt and dying in the woods from an accident. The “driver’s” condition was their first concern and only later that the bike had been discovered in the ditch by persons unknown and, apparently, ridden over four miles up Rt. 215.
Again, my sincere thanks to all involved; yes, even those who got it out of the ditch and left it in the road rather than wrecked or destroyed.
I can’t help but think this is “one for the record books” i.e.: my bike was stolen, recovered and returned to me all in under eight hours.
Thank you all so much.
John Stevens, Jefferson
