This grandfather (Gary) is married to my cousin, Pat. And Patricia is my Aunt Lillian's daughter. Great story about great people!
A few more really good Characters from Bonduel, Wisconsin.
A short story of a
good man and his grandson.
good man and his grandson.
I had a photoshoot tonight.
Like, really good kid. Something about him I adored.
He was humble.
Kind.
Wholesome.
Polite.
He was just such a good kid.
Him- I wanna farm. I wanna work on my grandpa’s farm.
I don’t know why but it felt like a burst of fresh air when he said that.
I’m not a farmer. I wasn’t raised on a farm.
But it had a lot of meaning. Like he’s the type of human people are talking about when they say “our hope for our future”
That is him. Our hope.
Sounds dramatic since I just met him. But his words were heavy.
We don’t hear “I wanna farm”
His soul was beautiful.
It all made sense when I found out who his grandpa was.
When I moved to Bonduel I had a less than reliable car.
I didn’t have much money. Ok. No money.
I definitely didn’t have money for car repairs
I needed a lot of repairs.
I trusted a local mechanic that the police chief told me to go to.
A different police chief at the time. Not my husband. I didn’t know him yet.
I brought my vehicle to the shop.
He fixed it.
I went to pay
He told me it had already been paid for.
The mechanic wouldn’t budge.
“It’s paid for. No balance is due”
His eyes were soft but his tone was strong.
The parts needed for the repair I knew weren’t cheap.
But he wouldn’t budge
“No payment due”
I brought my car back for other issues.
My bill was always very small.
He and his wife were always so kind to me and my two kids.
I didn’t know anyone in town. Let alone trust a mechanic.
He either barely charged me. Didn’t charge me. Or Offered small payments if need be.
I think about them often.
I think about many people that helped me along the way.
I believe that’s important. Keeps you grounded.
Now let’s get back to this photoshoot and why this has anything to do with what I’m taking about.
We went to my client’s grandpa’s house.
His grandpa is the mechanic.
The mechanic that helped me at my absolute worse times.
It all made sense.
This boy.
This boy has the same heart as his grandpa.
When I found out who his grandpa was I explained to my client, the mother of this good kid, the daughter of this good man in the story, I wanted to pay it forward for what her father has done for me.
She insisted on paying.
Kind eyes. Strong tone like her father.
We settled on an amount.
Bonduel is filled with good.
Our world is.
Find it.
Raise them to be the good.
This family are a few good ones.
“I wanna farm”
My favorite thing I’ve heard from a young kid.
We have coffee tomorrow.
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