loyalty

After having a marginally shitty day…I find that some people on the planet are good…

…I’m in the kitchen, maybe around 6:30pm…Jasmine is outside, the garage door is hanging open, and she’s barking her fool head off. Turns out my landscaper was out there, delivering those huge poinsettias he brings every year.

I’ve never been so happy to see him or that plant. I had to restrain myself from hugging him…especially when he told me that he was not charging me for the replacement of the lamppost. I had a hunch, since I’d not gotten a bill. He says, as I’ve heard so many other people say, that he can’t figure out how I’ve managed this long. I gave him a loaf of the Italian bread I make every year for gifts before he left. I hope he and his wife like it.

Lord. I wish more people on the earth were like him. He knows I haven’t changed. He knows I’m loyal. He knows that, once I get work, I’ll be back.

Loyalty. Why is that so rare?