After the food we headed home. The next three days I took care of him by getting a wet cloth to wipe his brow or I would hold a cup of soup for him while he sipped it. I would always talk to him whenever he would get scared and try calming him down. Whenever he was feeling really down or mad, I would make him walk out to the porch so he can get fresh air. I was a farmer with lots of acres where I managed dozens of head of cattle, some sheeps, chickens, and an old burro that was left over when I used to have horses.
One of my last woodmen had walked off unexpectedly, and I needed someone to take over. So I gave it to the person I meant at the bar. He started to drive my extra pickup truck around and he would cut firewood from deadfall, from slash piles that the forestry guys had left behind. He would arrange the wood according to the kind of wood and the amount of time they had been seasoned for. He told me it was easy work and then he started to deliver firewood to homes around the area. I gave him a room in the farmhouse and I was a widower. My wife died decades ago and lived alone.
I did not drink as much and I never charged him for his meals. Soon he had set up a back account for the first time in his life. How was the story?
Bye Jeff!
It was a great story and you helped that person a lot.
Bye Erv!
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