My father was a very handy man and when he wasn't working his regular job as an auto company executive. He would offer his services free to the elderly around our neighborhood. He enlisted others to help and it grew to be a service offered by the city. The city would take calls from elderly people, then they would call my father who would call members of his volunteer group. I would go with him. Sometimes two of the men would meet up together. My dad wasn't very knowledgeable with plumbing and whenever he delegated the one plumbers for a job (Mr. Jim), my daddy would tag along, so that he could learn from him. The man was so sweet and always had those sugary minty red and white breath mint balls (what I call them) and would give me one when we first arrived, and one when we departed the job. This was about 35 years ago.
Today on a morning walk, I bumped into Mr. Jim who was sitting in his garage enjoying a cup of coffee. At first I just smiled and waved as I walked by, then I recognized him. I think I scared him at first as I was gesturing for a pen and paper so we could communicate. But when I wrote down who I was, he remembered me. I told Mr. Jim about daddy's passing, and he spoke so nicely of him. Mr. Jim was the sweetest man. AND, just as I was getting ready to leave he held up a finger and said, "You stay right there, young lady," he went in the house and came back out with one of those mints. The smile I had when he held it out to me. I was ready to cry. What a sweet sweet man.
I'm going on a walk with Dan in the next couple of days so Mr. Jim and I can communicate a little easier.
This was more of a made my month moment. I was just so happy for some reason.