There's something I am sure of.
I know James Walter was always the good man he still is today.
I am continuously amazed by the people -- old schoolmates, old teachers, old childhood friends, simple acquaintances -- that pop up in his post-injury life wanting to help him. Anyway they can.
These are people I have never met or only met a handful of times.
Random acts of kindness. People that want nothing in return.
It's reaffirms to me why I married Jimmy.
Let me tell you about what happened on Christmas Eve.
A few days before, I had gotten some angst out by writing about our hellacious drive to Myrtle Beach.
Some of Jimmy's friends from Morganton who now live in Myrtle Beach had gotten a hold of the blog.
We got a message from Deana: "Call Shawn. He's an electrician and wants to install an inverter in your van so you don't have to go out looking for power for Jimmy."
Oh my gosh.
We've tried to power this piece of equiment before. It's a ferocious power-eater. I wasn't able to do it even with a marine battery.
Fast forward to Christmas Eve.
They had parts, pieces and such overnighted to make this happen. Like, this was actually going happen?!
These fine people took three plus hours out of their day -- ON CHRISTMAS EVE -- to come install power in our van. Did I mention it was friggin' cold?
|Jimmy with Shawn and Deana|
In the parking lot of our hotel, Shawn, with his handy assistant Deana, troubleshooted not only until it worked, but until they tested it and and it was all nice and neat. That's important.
Let me tell you, after an agonizing six hour drive to the beach stopping a whole lot to find outlets that didn't work (!!!!), the ride home was heaven. Heaven, in the sense that we didn't have to stop to suction Jimmy. We could do it while in transit. If we did it while stopping for gas, we were self-contained.
Heaven I tell you.
Their goal was to help us and make our lives easier. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
We're grateful beyond the stars.
Jimmy has some great friends. I'm comforted in knowing this about his past. Our present is proof of the type of person he was... and still is.