A gift from the heart

So I lost contact with my friend for 2 days. He was over last Saturday to help me paint my office. Then he promised to come back on Sunday to clean up the place that drops of paint had fallen. But I couldn't find him on Sunday or Monday. Called him many times and he only answered twice almost at midnight saying he's busy working and will get back to me.

My chair - a gift from a
great friend

Then yesterday he called to say he's coming over. It was a relief ... I can't have my office dotted with paint when school begins in 10 days. So I waited at the garage gate where workers come and go. Then he showed up, walking slowly uphill with a chair on his shoulder! He noticed that I had no chair in my office; only a table and I worked standing up.

So that's why he disappeared for 2 days. Got an old but lovely chair from his family house, re-upholstered it, painted it ... then re-upholstered it again because he thought I wouldn't have liked the first pattern. Then on the 3rd day carried it up the road to my office. I was very very touched. He's a simple bloke, never finished primary education, can't read or write, paints buildings for a living. He wouldn't know that the chair was more suited for a living room than an office. But he had the heart to do it for me. Took his own family chair and re-did the whole thing so I could have a chair to sit on in my office. That made the gift so much more precious.

Yes there are still good people around. Simple little people who leave no footprints in history books ... but this guy left one big imprint in my life.