So I’m more than overwhelmed by the response by people who have offered help, expressed sympathy and stepped up to assist during my recent battle with an old back,disk and nerve injury.
Offers to help with household projects and even everyday duties like transportation to the doctors and rehab and even help with shopping for household goods (knowing Amy’s long work schedule) have flowed in from frriends and areas residents we have never met.
Someone I’ve never met me saw ne have trouble getting into my Jeep the other day and questioned by ability to drive myself home. So he drove while he wife followed. They refused payment or even a cup of coffee (maybe some warned them abound my coffee). When I asked their name, they smiled and said “we’re just local folks who enjoy your work.”
Amy said that, at the store, she gets daily requests for updates on my condition along with more offers for help. Mark Warren, Floyd’s perennial patron of assistance for the county, has helped me get snow cleared from a a vehicle, shoveled snow from the entire 450-foot-length of our driveway, and changed our water filters. Barry Hollandworth and his his staff at Floyd County High School are always there with a chair since I cannot stand now to photograph basketball.
My brother and his son braved icy cold to fix our hot tub (needed for hydrotherapy for my recovery) and began work on my legendary and troublesome driveway — a project he does not yet realize is a job without end.
The list is too long to print here. The many offers have left tears in my eyes but each and every one of you have our eternal thanks. Those who truly offer to help offset the handful who have left voice and emails with wishes like “I hope you end up crippled you low-life SOB.”