We’re buying a beer for… Pat Crawford
There you were, driving down some unnamed road in Iowa when four boys flagged you down. The reason? They were jogging and suddenly found themselves in the midst of a massive hail storm that left at least one kid with massive welts and cuts up and down his body. (The pictures are too graphic to post buc click through and, well, gross.)
“They laid in the ditch, which was a good idea but they were just getting the tar beat out of them and the ditches were filling with water, so they knew they couldn’t stay there,” you said of the rescue. You put the boys in your van and drove them to a local hospital. Well done, Mrs. Crawford. A beer for you. Drink it indoors, please.
