I joke around on here and am accused of having and admit I have an ego the size of Texas, but in real life Im a pretty humble person. I am grateful
for even small things and never am remiss in paying back a kindness. I feel weird when people tell me thank you though.. or pay me back in kind for a
kindness I gave to them. Dunno why!
I have a wrought iron ornate security door.. and my mailman broke the key off in the lock when handing me a package. He didnt even atteptm to
apologize, much less offer to help me. I got some needlenose pliers out and pulled out the teeth part of the key, but threw away the part you touch.
Hell, what do I know about keys! LOL! Anyway, I took this tiny piece to my favorite hardware store ( I own a century old historic home AKA the money
pit.. they know me well) and went to the key man. I had never dealt with making keys so I handed it to him and said I needed a new key. He looked at
me like I was a moron and complained and moaned about being dumb and not bringing the rest of the key.. blah blah. The picture of cantankerous old
man. He gave me the key and hollered at me for bringing this thing in and he is NOT guaranteeing it will work and its my fault if it doesnt work. He
handed me the key and I thanked him and paid for it.. a whole buck it cost me. I got the thing home, told the husband what happened and we both
thought the odds of it working were low and the odds of us having to pay 75 bucks for someone to come rekey the thing were great.
I put it in the lock.. and it WORKED. That guy saved me 75 bucks.. and I HAD to thank him.
I went to Krispy Kreme and bought 2 doz donuts and got a big thing opf coffee ( comes in like a boxed wine sort of set up) of starbucks plain old
house blend black suitable for old men coffee
I drive it up there and start bringing all of this crap in and setting it on the counter. The mean ol guy is there... I hadnt thought of what Id do if
he wasnt working that day! I gave him a card that Id printed out that said : IT WORKED!! and had the half a key taped to it.
He was pretty surprised and I sat there with a bunch of old guys and had coffee and donuts.
I made good friends that day. The old man?? He was a
widower with kids that lived in Oklahoma so he's alone a lot, SS doesnt meet his needs so he does their keys on the side for a coupla bucks. Guess
who I have over once a week for dinner and every holiday he wants to come to??
My point is that sometimes a "thank you" isnt enough.. and you need to give a whopper of a thank you.
My 2nd story:
One of the things I do is work with inner city kids.. poverty, criminality, etc. These are ROUGH kids. Anyway, when the kids have a birthday, I give
them something. I helped one particular kid out on the down low and never spoke about it again. This is a over 6 ft tall Gangsta Disciple... but a kid
My birthday was Aug 4th and he rolls up in some god awful thing bumping bass (and I was at the door before he knocked.. it was LOUD!
LOL!!) and hands me a handmade card and a pack of dry erase pens. He also hugged me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. Not a word.. just that and drove
off.. bumping bass. I bawled my head off. It was so very sweet.
Now THATS probably the most touching thank you I have really ever had in my
life. Makes me tear up writing about it!