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TL;DR: I offer to help an old man. He dies. His daughter reached out and it was uncomfortable.
Well shit. What a f***ed up thread to start.
The other day I get a call from my mechanic. An elderly man needed some help. He didnāt have the cash to pay for a ceiling fan install. My mechanic is his mechanic and knows me well enough to ask for a āpersonal favor.ā He asks me āhey man, Iāve got this older customer, he needs a ceiling fan install, but heās got no moneyā okay no problem, letās see if I can help out the old guy.
I go to his house and end up staying 4 hours just listening to him tell me all kinds of old man stories. The whole time his dog is going apeshit crazy. Old man tells me āno one has been here for months.ā
Old guyās wife died last year (non-covid) and heās got no one to talk to. He was SHARP, a historian, cowboy, archeologist as well. We ended on the following deal: I put in a new ceiling fan and in exchange for that, he saves me a place in line at the gates to Heaven. We shake, itās a deal. He can spend a little more on a nicer fan since there is no install cost.
I get a call last Sunday heās ready but Iāve got church. I call him back, leave VM.
A week passes. I figure he went to visit family for Easter.
Yesterday his daughter calls me. Tells me the old man passed. Aneurysm. They found him sitting in his backyard (he likes to feed the birds, prob his only interaction besides the doggie) legs crossed at ankles, hands folded in his lap, chin on his chest. I hope he went peacefully.
It was a pretty wild call. His daughter may have been in shock, Iāve never lost a parent. She told me, āa friend installed the ceiling fan, can you come over and fix the sink and dishwasherā¦ā¦.for free?ā I politely declined. She insisted that I needed to do it so she could sell the house. I asked how much was left on the mortgage, she tells me ānothing.ā
I hate feeling like this. Her old man dad never mentioned her, only his son. My convo w her really rubbed me the wrong way.
I love helping people who I connect with and feel positive towards. The old man was one of those types. Asked for NOTHING and was so happy when I told him Iād do the job for Free99. Daughter on the other hand was flexing her unjustified entitlement and Iām not about that.
I really thought that old man would become a weekly visit for me. If anyone knows me they know I have a LOT on my plate but I was looking forward to weekly history lessons, cowboy talk, etc.
My grandpa passed a few years ago. This old man would never replace him, but I felt a real wonderful energy from him.
Iām glad heās reunited with God and his beautiful bride. Iām sadden for the loss of the old man. I asked to be invited to the services, daughter couldnāt get past the sink/dishwasher. I donāt want to bash on her, I knew that old man 4 hours, she was his daughter.
I canāt imagine what his family is dealing with. I just needed to vent this out. I donāt like this feeling.
I hope he saves me a place in line.
Rant/
Well shit. What a f***ed up thread to start.
The other day I get a call from my mechanic. An elderly man needed some help. He didnāt have the cash to pay for a ceiling fan install. My mechanic is his mechanic and knows me well enough to ask for a āpersonal favor.ā He asks me āhey man, Iāve got this older customer, he needs a ceiling fan install, but heās got no moneyā okay no problem, letās see if I can help out the old guy.
I go to his house and end up staying 4 hours just listening to him tell me all kinds of old man stories. The whole time his dog is going apeshit crazy. Old man tells me āno one has been here for months.ā
Old guyās wife died last year (non-covid) and heās got no one to talk to. He was SHARP, a historian, cowboy, archeologist as well. We ended on the following deal: I put in a new ceiling fan and in exchange for that, he saves me a place in line at the gates to Heaven. We shake, itās a deal. He can spend a little more on a nicer fan since there is no install cost.
I get a call last Sunday heās ready but Iāve got church. I call him back, leave VM.
A week passes. I figure he went to visit family for Easter.
Yesterday his daughter calls me. Tells me the old man passed. Aneurysm. They found him sitting in his backyard (he likes to feed the birds, prob his only interaction besides the doggie) legs crossed at ankles, hands folded in his lap, chin on his chest. I hope he went peacefully.
It was a pretty wild call. His daughter may have been in shock, Iāve never lost a parent. She told me, āa friend installed the ceiling fan, can you come over and fix the sink and dishwasherā¦ā¦.for free?ā I politely declined. She insisted that I needed to do it so she could sell the house. I asked how much was left on the mortgage, she tells me ānothing.ā
I hate feeling like this. Her old man dad never mentioned her, only his son. My convo w her really rubbed me the wrong way.
I love helping people who I connect with and feel positive towards. The old man was one of those types. Asked for NOTHING and was so happy when I told him Iād do the job for Free99. Daughter on the other hand was flexing her unjustified entitlement and Iām not about that.
I really thought that old man would become a weekly visit for me. If anyone knows me they know I have a LOT on my plate but I was looking forward to weekly history lessons, cowboy talk, etc.
My grandpa passed a few years ago. This old man would never replace him, but I felt a real wonderful energy from him.
Iām glad heās reunited with God and his beautiful bride. Iām sadden for the loss of the old man. I asked to be invited to the services, daughter couldnāt get past the sink/dishwasher. I donāt want to bash on her, I knew that old man 4 hours, she was his daughter.
I canāt imagine what his family is dealing with. I just needed to vent this out. I donāt like this feeling.
I hope he saves me a place in line.
Rant/