A few weeks ago I complained.
Nothing terribly new, I feel like I complain every day.
But I was complaining about something very specific. How sad it made it made me to get rid of my mattress.
Oh, I’ll get rid of it. It’s older than dirt. But, I complained about the emotions that were tied in that bed.
Then at the end I casually bellyached that our washing machine wasn’t working.
And my friend sent me a message that said she might know someone who could help me.
That was great!
And I thought it was one of those thing where a friend knows a guy that once dated a girl that lived next door to the woman that waited on the guy that bought a washer. Once.
But then I got a series of emails and in a days time I was getting a new washer and dryer to replace the broken ones.
Step beyond that?
They were going to be front-loaders with pedestals.
People like me can’t use traditional washers.
So even though they gave me laundry duty again, they have also given me a taste of independence.
You can’t put a price tag on that. I don’t even know if they realize THAT is the most important thing they could have given me.
I’ll be able to wash my own clothes again.
Something I wasn’t able to do since November of last year.
THANK YOU, KIM.