“Caleb, Caleb, wake up, I need you to get up quick!” I wondered if I was dreaming; but, the alarm in my Dad’s voice made me realize it wasn’t a dream. “Wake up, we’ve had a flash flood and I’m afraid the pump has washed away.” Fully awake now, I flew out of bed and pulled my pants on as I quickly descended the ladder from my loft bedroom. Dad and I went flying down the steps and running to the front creek where we had been using the pump for watering our crops. The creek was swollen out of it’s banks and over the driveway, (the only other time I’d ever seen the creek rise so high was in the flood of 2010). I was sure the pump was gone, and I imagine Dad was thinking the same! As we approached the creek our eyes were scanning the torrent of water and there we caught sight of the red gas tank on top of the pump. Dad and I quickly wadded into the creek, which normally is only a few inches deep but now was swirling around our waists. Thankfully the pump had gotten caught in a tree. We got ahold of it and wrestled it to safety. We felt Bountifully Blessed that it hadn't wash away!