Bobby Jones stops by the house every couple of weeks to see if we need any work done around the house. He drives a sky blue beat up Nissan pick up truck from the 80's with an orange ladder in the back. He's got his brother in the cab with him, but he "don't talk much". Real nice guy. Life has been hard on him, you can tell by the leathery skin, rough voice and patchy clothes.
I have a real soft spot in my heart for people like this. Hard working men and women trying to make a decent, honest dollar the right way. So we pay him and his silent brother to clean out our gutters, rake the leaves, etc.
Today it's cold and raining outside and I heard his truck pull up. I met him at the door as to avoid the shrill pitch of the doorbell, which he always rings, as to not wake my baby up.
I greet him with a "Hello, sir!" and he smiled his toothless smile. Told him we didn't have any work for him this weekend (which was not a lie, leaves are raked, gutters are cleaned, and I'm broke). Asked him to come around next weekend, hopefully he can do something for us then. I can tell by the expression on his face it has not been a good day for work and it literally breaks my heart. He asks me if I know anyone else in the neighborhood that needs some work done and I have to tell him no again. Then I smile and tell him to have a good day.
I don't know him or really anything about him. I don't know why he doesn't have a "real" job or what he uses his money on or if he files taxes. It's none of my business really.
All I know is that he works hard, earns an honest dollar and he earns my respect.
About Me
- Andrea
- I'm all these things in no particular order: human being, woman, Mother, wife, house maintainer, daughter and overwhelmed. My motto is "live life outloud". Keep keen your sense of humor. One day it'll be the only thing that keeps you sane.
6 comments:
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Aww, I hope this comment was a laugh for the previous post, not my narrative? :(
Awwww.. I liked this post.. I definitely agree. I often drive by people waiting on the bus and kinda say a little prayer for them.. I dont know why really.. but I have my newer car.. and dont have to wait in the cold and stuff.. Anyway.. I'm just sayin.. my heart breaks for people who work hard and sometimes life just hands people lemons no matter what. And sometimes you just can't make lemonade from it no matter how hard you try.. well written post.. :)
Oh and I'm sure Kat was laughing at the squirrels.... I always click the wrong post to comment on when I'm doing something else like watching tv.. ahhh multitasking..
classic example of getting distracted.. I meant to write "cold and muck" and instead wrote "cold and stuff" which sounded awkward.. haha.. Good gravy.. Anyway, you got what I meant. *le sigh* I need a nap.
nice.I know I love people like Bobby Jones too.They certainly earn my respect.
Bobby Jones came by our house on Saturday while Dakota was at work and wanted to work. I told him he would have to talk to Dakota about what he wanted him to do- he had just done our gutters last weekend. Bobby Jones came while we were out of town and raked a bunch of leaves to one side of the backyard, broke our bench, and left a $80 IOU under our mat. I'm a little mad!
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