I Came Home from Vacation to Find a Huge Hole Dug in My Backyard \u2013 I Wanted to Call the Cops until I Saw What Was at the Bottom I was prepared to contact the police when I saw a large hole in my property when I returned home early from vacation. However, the shovel at the bottom caused me to pause and started a series of events that would alter my perception of friendship, treasure, and the things that really matter in life.Karen had a bad stomach ailment, so we had to postpone our beach excursion. My only desire was to collapse onto the sofa, but I reasoned that I should first see how things were going outside.\n
I saw it at that point. a huge hole in the center of our grass.\u201cWhat is this?\u201d I mumbled as I edged further to the edge.A shovel, a water bottle, and some other random items were in the bottom. My initial reaction was to dial 911, but then I had an absurd idea. What if the digger was returning and knew we were meant to be gone? I turned to look at Karen; she appeared pallid. \u201cHey, sweetheart? The car should remain in the garage. Make it appear as though we haven\u2019t left.\u201dShe gave a feeble nod. \u201cFrank, anything you say. I am going to take a nap.\u201d I made camp by a window and stared out into the darkness as night fell. After several hours, I was about to abandon up when I noticed a shadow jump our fence.As the person fell into the hole and moved closer, my heart raced. This was my opportunity.With my phone in hand, I snuck outside, prepared to dial the police. I heard metal hitting ground and heard moaning as I got closer to the pit. \u201cHey!\u201d I yelled and shone the flashlight on my phone. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d The digger blinked in the light as he looked up. My mouth fell open.\n
George was the one who had last year sold us this house.\u201cFrank?\u201d he inquired, sounding just as surprised. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d \u201cRemember that I live here? At midnight, why are you in my yard?\u201d George\u2019s expression dimmed. Sheepishly, he climbed out of the hole. \u201cI can clarify. Just\u2026 don\u2019t call the police, please.\u201dI folded my arms. \u201cStart talking.\u201d George exhaled. This property used to belong to my grandfather. It just dawned on me that he\u2014well, he concealed something important here. I reasoned that while you were away, I could locate it.\u201d\u201cSo you broke into my yard to dig for treasure?\u201d I was hearing things that I couldn\u2019t believe.\u201cI understand the sound,\u201d George remarked. \u201cYet it is accurate. I\u2019ll cut you a deal, see? We\u2019ll divide whatever we find if you help me dig. 50\/50.\u201dI ought to have refused. I should have contacted the police then. But I hesitated when I saw something in George\u2019s eyes that might have been hope or despair. \u201cAll right,\u201d I replied. \u201cBut we fill this in when we\u2019re done, treasure or not.\u201dWith excitement, George nodded. \u201cDeal.\u201dWe dug for the next few hours, telling each other stories in between handfuls of earth. \u201cSo, what exactly are we looking for?\u201d Wiping perspiration from my brow, I asked. George gave a shrug. \u201cI\u2019m not sure. Could be money, jewelry, or almost anything. Grandpa had a bank paranoia.\u201d I discovered more about George as we dug.\n
In addition to his wife\u2019s cancer diagnosis, he had lately lost his job. \u201cThis treasure,\u201d he stated, \u201cit could change everything for us.\u201dI acknowledged the significance of his remarks by nodding. It\u2019s the odd way of life. You\u2019re having trouble one moment, then\u2026\u201d \u201cExactly,\u201d George said, his eyes shining with optimism. We persisted in our task, the refreshing nighttime air a boon. Occasionally, one of us would strike something powerful, causing us to both freeze and have pounding hearts. But it was simply another rock, always.In an attempt to continue the discussion, I responded, \u201cSo tell me more about your grandfather.\u201d How did you assume he would be hiding something from you? George rested his head on his shovel as he caught his breath. \u201cMy grandpa was quite the character. Never stopped talking about how you couldn\u2019t trust banks and the government. He would regale us with tales of hidden treasure and safe havens.\u201d \u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d I did not ask rudely.George gave a shy smile. \u201cNot initially. However, I later came into this old notebook of him. It was filled with all these mysterious notes and property sketches. The large X on one page was indicated precisely where we are now digging.\u201d It did seem intriguing, I had to admit. \u201cWhat do you think it could be?\u201d \u201cAs far as I could hope? Rare diamonds or gold coins,\u201d George said, his eyes brightening.\n
\u201cBut to be really honest, right now, I\u2019d be content with anything. A few thousand dollars would be very beneficial to us.\u201dI understood all too well and nodded. Yes, I understand that. These days, life is pricey.\u201d We established a rhythm while conversing and digging. George informed me of his abrupt layoff from the workplace due to a downsizing. I told anecdotes about Karen and me, our financial troubles, and our aspirations for the future. As we worked together, I sensed a bond developing. Here we were, two guys from disparate backgrounds brought together by the prospect of hidden wealth unearthed from a backyard. Yes, it was ridiculous, but it was also kind of lovely. \u201cYou know, even if we don\u2019t find anything, this has been\u2014I dunno, kind of fun?\u201d I remarked, stopping to stretch my sore back.George smiled after seeming astonished. Yes, it has, isn\u2019t that right? Frank, I appreciate you not calling the police on me.\u201d Our laughter reverberated across the night air as we both laughed. But that hope dissipated as the sky lightened. After digging almost to China, all we discovered were rocks and roots. George leaned back against the opening.\n
\u201cI really thought\u2026 I was so sure\u2026\u201d I had sympathy for the man. Hey, why not give it a try? I\u2019ll give you a ride home, come on.\u201dWe took a few shovelfuls of dirt and began to fill in the hole, but eventually gave up and climbed into my car. It turned out that George had taken a cab to my house. While driving, the silence was broken by our deep thoughts. A woman hurried out the front door of George\u2019s house as soon as we arrived. I assumed that this had to be Margaret. She yelled, \u201cGeorge!\u201d \u201cHave you been somewhere? I\u2019ve been really anxious.\u201dWith the appearance of a child whose hand got stuck in the cookie jar, George got out of the vehicle. \u201cI apologize, sweetie. I was merely\u2026\u201d Margaret saw me and her eyes narrowed. \u201cAnd who\u2019s this?\u201d I moved forward and held out my hand. \u201cMy name is Frank. Last year, we acquired your previous residence.\u201d Her face flashed with recognition and then embarrassed. \u201cOh no. It\u2019s not you, George.\u201d George gave a headshake. \u201cI apologize, Maggie. I genuinely considered\u2026\u201dMargaret looked up at me. \u201cI really apologize for this. My spouse has been\u2026 he has this wild notion about hidden treasure. \u201cIt\u2019s not crazy!\u201d George objected.\n
\u201cMy grandfather \u2014\u201d Margaret murmured softly, \u201cYour grandfather was a storyteller, dear.\u201d \u201cRemember what the lawyer said about his estate?\u201d George appeared discouraged. \u201cBut I was so sure\u2026\u201dI thought I was prying into someone\u2019s personal space. See, no damage was done. All we\u2019ll need to do is tidy up the yard a little.\u201d Margaret gave a forceful nod. \u201cObviously. We\u2019ll cover every expense. I apologize once more for everything.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s not necessary to pay for anything,\u201d I said, adding that I would benefit from the workout. In addition, my spouse and I have been discussing getting a pool; perhaps this is the right moment.\u201dMargaret chuckled at that, and just as I was about to walk away, George grabbed my arm. \u201cFrank, I\u2019m grateful. For everything.\u201d I squeezed his shoulder and grinned. \u201cMake no mention of it. Hey, give me a call if you ever want to grab a beer or whatever.\u201d George appeared taken aback, then appreciative. \u201cYeah, I\u2019d like that.\u201d Though I was upset, I also felt a sense of community as I drove home. George\u2019s hopelessness had spread like wildfire. When I returned, I saw Karen awake and looking better but still bewildered. \u201cHave you been somewhere? And what became of our backyard?\u201dI took a seat on the couch beside her and told her everything. She was grinning but shaking her head by the end. \u201cOnly you, Frank,\u201d she replied, planting a peck on my cheek.\n
\u201cOnly you would spend all night digging for treasure with a stranger.\u201d I chuckled. \u201cYeah, well, maybe I did find something after all.\u201d Karen\u2019s eyebrow went up. \u201cOh?\u201d\u201cNot diamonds or gold,\u201d I remarked. \u201cBut a reminder that sometimes, the relationships we form are the true jewels. The narratives we exchange.\u201d Karen grinned despite rolling her eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s cheesy, even for you.\u201d With a \u201cmaybe,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I was thinking\u2026 why don\u2019t we invite George and Margaret over for dinner next week?\u201d Karen appeared taken aback, then contemplative. \u201cWhat do you know? That has a pleasant sound. You\u2019re going to patch that hole in our yard first, though.\u201d I was able to moan but not fight it. I couldn\u2019t help but smile as I stepped outside to assess the damage in the light of day. Life has its share of unexpected adventures, even though there may not have been hidden treasure lying around every corner.And occasionally, that\u2019s sufficient treasure. How would you have responded in that situation?\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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