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02-26-2009 07:10 PM |
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Originally Posted by TerryH
(Post 4510634)
We have one elderly man that walks daily past our house. His arms swing in unison so he walks sort of monkey-like. Perhaps he previously had a stroke, I'm not going to ask. Really nice guy but his mind is disappearing quickly.
We were having our carpets steam cleaned before Thanksgiving and he came by for a recommendation for his carpets. I gave him the number of the guy and a week later he thanked me and said the guy did a wonderful job and was inexpensive too. Then a few days later he said..... the guy did a wonderful job and was inexpensive too. Then a few days later he said.... the guy did a wonderful job and was inexpensive too. etc etc etc.
He rang my doorbell the other day and exclaimed the guy did a good job on his carpets. I smile and act like this is a revelation. Inside I'm sad for this fellow who is so friendly and seemingly spry for his age.
I don't know where he lives, but our house is on his walking route. I suppose one day I will realize he isn't telling me how nice his carpet came out and he will have passed. But for now it's a smile and a wave and he tells me how nice his carpet looks.
Some day we will all get old if we're lucky.
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I am sure he is lonely and hoping you'll strike up a conversation.
I used to have an old neighbor, little old man, was so nice, and i would talk to him, small chit chat, always smiled even if i was a bit bored. One day he invites me into his house, and on his wall i see two framed Silver Stars and a Purple heart.
The guy was a WWII vet who stormed the beaches of Normandy in the first wave, and i never knew it. He never said a word. His name was Ernie.
Meeting him and getting to be his friend has been one of the greatest honors of my life.
My other neighbor was a TBF Avenger gunner in the Pacific during WWII. He was super friendly and very talkative, and could be annoying i suppose, but i always stood there and listened to every word he said. If it wasn't for him....
Anyway, he's no longer with us now. His name was Skip.
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