The Good Old Days And Home.
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The Good Old Days and home.
So much work to do. I like work. I enjoy it when I feel well. I helped Joann around the house yesterday before I went outside to burn trash.
I always work hard, even when I am not feeling well. Yesterday I burned a lot of wood, a lot of old plywood and old boards from the old gift shop.
The old shop had a large air conditioner. Years ago I gave it to a young couple that had a little baby. One day I happened to be driving through a town near my town , and I caught sight of a porch with a baby in a play pen. I decided to walk over to look and it turned out I knew the residents that lived there. It must have been really hot that day, easily near a hundred degrees. I recognized the mother of the baby.
I knew the father as a friend, and met him as well. I stopped to visit the young family man I once knew when I was a police officer. The young family had a broken air conditioner. It was summer time and extremely hot. I asked him if he could use my 220 air conditioner from our gift shop, and he said they could.
Together, the young man and I pulled the large air conditioner out of our gift shop wall. It needed more freon. Once more freon was put in it the air conditioner it started blasting some real nice cool air , and our job was finished.
We loaded the air conditioner in my car and drove back to the young man's house.
We installed it , and the sweet little baby was moved into the house from the porch. They tried to keep their baby cool on their porch but it was so awfully hot.
You could see their little home come to life. The mother smiled because her baby was cool. The child had gotten a heat rashhowever everything turned out fine.
I have helped more people than I could count in my life. I painted a sign that took two weeks to help a mechanic get business. His family had no food in the refrigerator. I gave his family some of our food, and I painted a real nice sign for him.
I did not charge him a cent. The mechanic received some business customers. He began to do well in his work shop. All he needed was some very good advertisement so I used some very large letters. I am also a free hand artist with a paint brush. I made him a sign that could be seen a mile away from his yard.
Today I will burn more trash. I have not received one volunteer to give me five minutes of free time. I will probably stop advertising for free volunteer help. I knew I was wasting my time with that. Not many younger folks know me around town.
My family has only lived in our town one hundred and twenty five years, but I do not get out the house much to socialize. I never take time to visit anyone in particularly. When I meet people I talk to them if I know them.
My father in law was the best automobile mechanic known to human kind. You could blind fold him and he could put a transmission back together. His nephews that worked for Pontiac dealerships, and they were ace mechanics that use to call my father in law for advice on automotive repair information.
He lived to work on cars. He never went to sleep in a bed. He wore greasy dirty work clothes. Wherever he sat down, that is where he would fall to sleep. He worked around the clock, anytime, and all the time.
The man would have been rich if he would have charged everyone for mechanic work that had broken down cars. If your car was broke by the side of the road, he would stop to help you. He would pull it in with his ragged out old truck and worked on cars until they were fixed. If it took one hour or twelve hours to fix a car, he would do it.
He would fix your car and if you handed him money he would throw your money right back at you.
He could fix any car. If you had a jaguar worth thousands of dollars he could fix it. If you had a car worth only two cents he could fix it and make it worth three cents.
He died with a lot of respect from a lot of people. He was a good man.
Joann is cooking something. I think she might be cooking hot dogs with chili. I am hungry again. I may as well go inside, place some bread on a plate, throw some hot dogs on it with chili and have something for lunch.
Happy Easter, and God Bless You.
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I am sorry to read about the heartlessness but don't it let upset you. I had the same experience and it does hurt but now I managed so many things and looking back I am not beholden to anybody. I feel proud of myself to achieve all this without outside help. I nothing but gave and gave and when I couldn't take the bad treatment of my ex-husband and had to face divorce, every one of them turned away. Oh well, at least I found out that they are no good.
The mechanic is a great story - happy Easter!










valeriebelew Level 2 Commenter 2 years ago
Sounds like you are feeling kinda used. Regardless, I'd still rather be the person who does the giving than the one who does the taking. There is something soothing about doing a good deed. Happiness is the by product of a life lived well. Keep on giving, and don't count the cost. My mother did many good things for others, and got little in return, but her funeral was also packed with those she had helped. You are probably more appreciated than you know. Perhaps the people whom you helped didn't even see the ad. Some of us never read a paper, and only watch news on line. keep your chin up. You made the world a better place, and that is more important than recognition. Hang in there.