Waddle.
Waddle.
Walk.
Walk.
Waddle.
Waddle.
I was awakened from my Widespread Panic induced earbud trance by the sound of a 4-wheeler coming up behind me. I stop and look around, and was surprised to see my neighbor rolling up beside me and handing me a bottle of water.
“What a nice gesture!”, I thought.
“But, I really don’t need it…”, was the second thing that went through my head. However, I took the water, told him “Thank you” and went about my way.
Less than 300 yards away was a hill. It is a pretty big hill and the weather was pretty hot. By the time I reached the top of the hill, I was struggling. I sure was glad to have a bottle of water. I was suddenly so thirsty that I wasn’t sure what I would have done without the bottle of water.
Either way, it didn’t make any difference, I had my water and my neighbor had the satisfaction of doing a very kind, thoughtful, and much-appreciated gesture.
It seems as if sometimes the best opportunity I have to be helpful is to accept the help that I am offered.
Peace, Love and all things Beef related,
Beefcake
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