Three times a week we have to drive to physical therapy for my husband's hand that was reattached two months ago after a horrible work accident.It's a 150 mile round trip.
Today we were running 30 minutes late but just a few miles into the trip we saw a young man huddled against the strong, cold winds that were almost pushing our car off the roadWe stopped and asked if he needed a ride.He gladly accepted and jumped into the back seat.His name was Dan and he wasn't going far.
As we dropped him off we noticed he had many large piles of cut wood stacked in his yard so we inquired if he was interested in selling any.He said, "Oh, you can just come by anytime, even if I'm not here and load up all you want ."We asked how much it would cost for a trunkload.He replied, "It's free, take all you want.Just come by and get it anytime.We have more than we'll ever use and we're hardly ever home so just drop by anytime and get it.Thanks for the ride and have a great day!"
We kept insisting we'd pay for it and would only get it if someone was home, but he just kept repeating what he'd already told us.Then as his friendly pit bull came and gave me a lick on the hand, Dan said, "Come on boy!"They both took off racing to the doorway and Dan yelled one last time, "Thanks again!".
What struck me most about his offer is that he was in the back seat and never saw my husband's mangled hand.My husband's hand is missing one of the fingers now and patched up with the 2 skin grafts, meaning it doesn't have nearly the strength it used to.Dan just wanted to repay us with the wood, never knowing how much that would mean to us now that my husband isn't able to chop any for us this winter.
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