In the summer, if my Dad didn’t think I was being particularly productive, he’d hand me over to this Marine to help him haying for the day. Morris always paid me back, not with money, but by coming over with his tractor to plow our driveway when he noticed I couldn’t keep up with the snow. Real heartfelt gifts from a poor farmer with a huge heart.
No kidding. Those are the simple kindnesses that still bring tears to my eyes.