Sir Frets-A-Lot
Vespa GT250ie/L, Honda Ruckus 50, Honda NT700V, Honda CB125
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...sigh.
So what, just a couple days earlier, I posted about how I paid for a woman's groceries on the way home from doing some shopping. That woman's dinner with her husband was spared, and I felt good about doing it, we all can use a friendly gesture sometimes, etc.
Well, turns out that's actually true. So before I continue, lemme back up a little bit.
I don't talk about my personal life here much, since this is a public forum and all that. Those who know me in person (though, not even all!) know that this year has not been an easy one for me. Life had finally caught up to me, and I made a change that had broad implications for nearly every aspect of my life. It meant crafting a lot of life that one takes for granted anew, and it's been trying and difficult. Sometimes we make decisions in life that we know set us up for a hard road but we hope and pray that things will be better as a result. In many ways it had been, but in some ways, things became exponentially harder.
One of those ways ties back to another thread - the one Judy started about what its' like going back to driving a car if you only own scooters or whatever. Turns out my whole adult life, the only vehicle I've really owned has been scooters/motorcycles. My daughter's mother has a car, and while we were together that was the "family car", but, obviously, when life changes, that stops being a reasonable option.
Suddenly I'm left a single dad with no car, and just motorcycles/scooters.
It's hard to have a 5 year old without a car, even in an area like mine that has much to offer within short walking distance. Even a quick mile's walk can go bad if the weather isn't right. You can't carry groceries easily. I can't take my daughter to the zoo. I can't take her clothes shopping. I can't take her to play dates with friends that live on the other side of my small town. I can't even take her to get a damned Happy Meal. It's... been a challenge. It takes an emotional toll, too. On both of us - my daughter and myself. It has left me leveled on occasion when, during one of our walks to hear her ask me, "Daddy, mommy has a car. When can we get a car?"
Those who know the details of my personal life may know why statements like that are hard for me to deal with, where it is more than just the inconvenience to her life but a deeply painful and frustrating situation. Further, I pride myself in having always been her provider, and hell - in theory I do well for myself and under other circumstances this should be simple, but the circumstances are what they are...
...and with issues of circumstance we push and push and try but ultimately the best we can do is do our best and hope that we can make do as we try to change them.
I've never let myself bow mood to circumstance (for that long ), nor have I ever let it stop me, but as time has worn on this year I felt more and more crushed under the weight of this simple yet complicated burden. Every day it rains when I walk my daughter to school, I'd feel defeat. And the solution has been so far off in the distance, it just got harder and harder to imagine pushing forward the way I have for as long as I'd need to.
Last night, I was out doing some xmas shopping for my little girl, getting her some clothing I thought she would like. As I'm walking through the sale section, bopping to music, my phone rings. I look at the screen and see the number - it's one of my closest friends (the one who brought me back into photography years ago, the one who has helped me grow and push me as a photographer, got me to show my work at galleries, etc). I was in a rush but I will always answer for him.
B: "Hey, I'm calling you with a crazy story."
Me: "Yeah? What'sup homeslice?"
B: "So, D and I just got a new car. And you're on the short list of people who we were thinking of donating our old car to."
At this moment my heart suddenly stopped. I breathed in deep, sharp, the kind that comes through your teeth that are clenched when you're not sure what's coming next.
Me, with trepidation: "ok...?"
B: "So I called my brother, and he's passed on it. And you're next."
Me: "Oh my god. Uh, I'm not sure what to say."
B: "Say you'll take it. You know, son, it's my Jeep [ed. note - it's a 1999 Jeep Cherokee with a new transmission]. It runs well, we just wanted an upgrade. It'll be good for quite a few more years. And its' a hauler, you can get all your photo gear around with it."
Me: "I know, I... I just... I'm not sure what to say."
B: "Just say you'll take it. I don't want anything for it. It's yours. Just take it. We're at dinner right now, D and I, so I can't really talk much longer, but I wanted to check this off the list. We'll follow up later on it."
Me, still shellshocked: "OK. Cool. I just don't know what to say, man. Thank you."
B: "We'll talk this weekend. I'll call you later?"
Me: "OK."
At this moment, I was holding a small blue and white striped sweater that I had been anxiously fiddling with. My grip on this sweater had become so tight, knuckles white, and I had pulled the sweater so close to my chest that any further and it'd be in my ribcage.
A minute later I took my first breath since he mentioned the car.
Immediately after that I started crying. Not ridiculous bawling, I am a man of much machismo as it were (*cough*bullshit*cough*), but the dignified sort of crying one does when something good happens in the middle of a storm of crap.
This will literally change my life. And not just mine, but my daughter's as well.
There's a lot of commentary I could make that I won't. The few who know, know, and can understand why this is beyond a big deal, at a time where every dime I have counts.
The things you do, though, fair MV reader, can and will touch lives. For someone you know, or someone you don't. Just know that. We never know what's going on in someone's life, truly. As close as we may feel to those around us right now in this community there are still hardships that go unknown, challenges that we push through, and moments that test us all that go unseen.
Keep up the spirit of trying to help better one another's lives. When I am able, I know I will do my best to pay it forward as it has been to me with that call, and hope it will help someone's life be that much better - whether it be someone I know or someone I don't.
It may not be obvious, the impact we can have on the lives of others. Just know it's there, and you too can bring light to someone's world, lift their spirits, and give them hope.
Hugs and cuddles. I applaud the spirit of this thread. Keep being good to one another.
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