Bless both of you. Good always comes home to roost.The week Shrek was in the hospital, there was a gentleman in the waiting room at all hours of the day. His best friend of 30 years had been in a car accident and through many misfortunes of the family, car troubles, spouse's mother in the hospital in Bozeman, etc., he stayed at the hospital to be there for his friend at any time of the night or day. He was there until the family was able to take over.
All he had with him was the briefcase he was carrying when he got news of the wreck. His suitcase was on an airplane to Florida for their next construction job. His friend was in very bad shape and was out of it most of the time, trying to get out of bed to "make it to Florida on time." He was in the same clothes for days, at least two days before Shrek and I got to the hospital and two days later.
He was about the same size as Shrek, so I brought him two sets of clothes and waited while he changed clothes and ran his to the laundry. But, this is not about me. When I gave him the clothes, I told him to pay it forward. Before Shrek and I left the hospital, he gave me a business card and I gave him my e-mail address. I just got an e-mail from him that contained an attached receipt for $1000 to the American Cancer Society (the charity I make my walk for) in Shrek's and my names...
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