Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
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Jun 1, 2015 - 8:56pm
Manbird wrote:
I got some unbelievable, exciting, life-changing health news as a result of some biopsies. I still can't believe it, it just hasn't sunk into my brain through the layers of iron filings and bear grease.
I got some unbelievable, exciting, life-changing health news as a result of some biopsies. I still can't believe it, it just hasn't sunk into my brain through the layers of iron filings and bear grease.
I got some unbelievable, exciting, life-changing health news as a result of some biopsies. I still can't believe it, it just hasn't sunk into my brain through the layers of iron filings and bear grease.
It is cool, but it's missing some context. It's a setup/prank. The homeless guy did go on to receive much more stuff. I suspect most of it is financed by YouTube hits (18m+ for the lottery ticket), as well as donations, when he became "famous".
For all you misanthropes out there....here is a story that you will appreciate.
Things have felt pretty overwhelming since getting back to Ohio and finding my mom's house in a dismantled state - things pulled out of cupboards, cabinets and drawers, pieces of furniture already claimed and taken, huge gaps, dust bunnies everywhere, gritty stains in the sinks and toilets from the water softener being off (WTF?), and just NOT the cozy home I used to visit anymore. Oh well, I knew it was going to be this way and I tried to prepare myself as best I could.
(I visited Mom at her assisted living - that's another story for another time, but she's doing okay)
So the moving pod is being delivered today, and I had to cut down some low-hanging branches over the driveway that have gone all jungle since I've been there last. Someone took Mom's Japanese saw already (the siblings said it was still there when I asked them online, but it wasn't ), so I had to go over to my sister's to borrow hers—-and turns out it was flimsy and rusted and almost useless. I was sawing pitifully away when Mom's saintly neighbor stopped his car on the way out to work and asked if I needed help. He almost didn't even ask, he just turned off his car in the middle of the road, surmised the situation, took the saw from me and started sawing. I helped stabilize the branch and he did a much more efficient job (having guy strength and all), while also telling me comforting things about facing big changes like this, and dealing with the feelings...and even had a youtube video to recommend. The poor guy was all showered and tidy and dressed for work in a nice polo shirt and good pants, and proceeded to get all sweaty and and tired with sawdust all over him — but he said it was no trouble and not to think twice. He even dragged the limb to his brush pile before leaving, with a final "be sure to let me know if there's anything you or your family needs."
This is how this guy (and his wife) have always been, ever since moving in next to mom years ago. When his kids (now grown) were little, they would even walk over sometimes to make sure Mom was doing okay! They are the kind of neighbors everyone should be/have.
He was my angel of the day. And I couldn't have BEEN more grateful.
For all you misanthropes out there....here is a story that you will appreciate.
Things have felt pretty overwhelming since getting back to Ohio and finding my mom's house in a dismantled state - things pulled out of cupboards, cabinets and drawers, pieces of furniture already claimed and taken, huge gaps, dust bunnies everywhere, gritty stains in the sinks and toilets from the water softener being off (WTF?), and just NOT the cozy home I used to visit anymore. Oh well, I knew it was going to be this way and I tried to prepare myself as best I could.
(I visited Mom at her assisted living - that's another story for another time, but she's doing okay)
So the moving pod is being delivered today, and I had to cut down some low-hanging branches over the driveway that have gone all jungle since I've been there last. Someone took Mom's Japanese saw already (the siblings said it was still there when I asked them online, but it wasn't ), so I had to go over to my sister's to borrow hers—-and turns out it was flimsy and rusted and almost useless. I was sawing pitifully away when Mom's saintly neighbor stopped his car on the way out to work and asked if I needed help. He almost didn't even ask, he just turned off his car in the middle of the road, surmised the situation, took the saw from me and started sawing. I helped stabilize the branch and he did a much more efficient job (having guy strength and all), while also telling me comforting things about facing big changes like this, and dealing with the feelings...and even had a youtube video to recommend. The poor guy was all showered and tidy and dressed for work in a nice polo shirt and good pants, and proceeded to get all sweaty and and tired with sawdust all over him — but he said it was no trouble and not to think twice. He even dragged the limb to his brush pile before leaving, with a final "be sure to let me know if there's anything you or your family needs."
This is how this guy (and his wife) have always been, ever since moving in next to mom years ago. When his kids (now grown) were little, they would even walk over sometimes to make sure Mom was doing okay! They are the kind of neighbors everyone should be/have.
He was my angel of the day. And I couldn't have BEEN more grateful.
), so I had to go over to my sister's to borrow hers—-and turns out it was flimsy and rusted and almost useless. I was sawing pitifully away when Mom's saintly neighbor stopped his car on the way out to work and asked if I needed help. He almost didn't even ask, he just turned off his car in the middle of the road, surmised the situation, took the saw from me and started sawing. I helped stabilize the branch and he did a much more efficient job (having guy strength and all), while also telling me comforting things about facing big changes like this, and dealing with the feelings...and even had a youtube video to recommend. The poor guy was all showered and tidy and dressed for work in a nice polo shirt and good pants, and proceeded to get all sweaty and and tired with sawdust all over him — but he said it was no trouble and not to think twice. He even dragged the limb to his brush pile before leaving, with a final "be sure to let me know if there's anything you or your family needs."
