ovrszd
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I have a story that some of you might appreciate.
I learned that my next door neighbor was having some severe back problems, such that he couldn't even mow his yard...we both had about an acre to mow, and I didn't mind mowing his yard for him. His was actually smaller than mine with less obstacles such that I could mow it quicker an easier than my own.
He also had a dead tree in his back yard that he had intended to remove, but never got around to it. I thought I would surprise him and remove it for him. So, I cut the tree down, and cut it up into fireplace sized logs, intending to burn it in my own fireplace. I thought to myself, that would be my "reward". I finally got the tree down, and all of the small branches I hauled to the creek. Since the stump was relatively small, I dug around it and chopped it out. I brought my small trailer around, raked up all of the chips and sawdust and remaining debris and put it in my trailer to take to the creek. I figured I would dump the trash, come back and haul the wood over to my woodpile.
About that time, he walked out into the back yard where I was raking up the last of the chips. He thanked me profusely. We talked for a few minutes, and when he turned to go back to his house, he said "Oh, don't worry getting rid of those logs, I'll burn them in the fireplace". I said "Good! I guess I'm through".
I thought it was funny, and never thought a thing of it. I loved the man like my own father, and when he got up in age, he and his wife moved to into town. I don't mind admitting it; I wept unashamedly. He was one of the finest men I had ever known. He has passed on now, and I do miss him. I am honored to have known him. May he Rest In Peace.
For the past 6 years I helped my neighbor at the farm as you describe. He never asked for help. As someone else said earlier, he might call or stop by and ask me what I was doing? That was his manner of asking for help. I never minded and always did more than he asked for. I always thought of it as "trading help". He would help me too. My wife was always more negative about it. Not bitchy. Just commenting that I help Steve way more than he helps me.
Steve died this past June of Cancer. I told him I would help his Widow thru this. Six months later I'm still helping her. My only regret is that I didn't spend more time "trading help" with Steve.