On this last Friday Boyd and I both took the day off, except we planned to do a lot of running around and made several appointments around town. One of which was to get Boyd's truck inspected (shame on us we still haven't gotten that done). When Boyd went out to the truck that morning his parking brake was stuck and he wasn't able to move forward or backwards. After several tries we gave up and went to get some breakfast before his doctor's appointment. We went to Chick-fil-A to get the chicken biscuits (phenomenal!) breakfast. Boyd was pretty sour about his truck and kind of mope-y. While we were there a older couple (probably mid-50s) came in and sat side by side in the booth across from us. They were so sweet and said good morning to us. We noticed that the man had something wrong with his arms and hands; his arms were very short and he was missing most of his fingers. But they sat there and he ate his breakfast without a problem. (Before you wonder if we were taught better manners than to stare...we weren't staring, it was just something we noticed). They finished before we did and the wife went to get more soda while the husband went to throw out the tray. While the wife was waiting for the cup, the husband came up behind her and fluffed up the back of her hair where it was flat and messed up. She turned and smiled at him and then they walked out. He got into the drivers side of their truck and they drove away. I smiled at Boyd and said that they were sweet. Boyd said something quite unexpected, he said that we were supposed to see them because we needed to see that some things aren't always as bad as we make them out to be! Isn't that right? Don't we all do that sometimes? That couple was a good example for us and we never even said more than good morning to them. I hope that Boyd and I can be like that some day...
In case you were wondering we got the brakes working again by whacking it a few times with a crescent wrench! At least we didn't have to pay a mechanic for that!
2 days ago
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