Recently our hot water heater went on the brink. The contractor the store where we'd planned on purchasing the water sent out was very kind, but the price to install the heater was nearly twice as much as what the heater cost. So we had to put things on hold. Going back to those days of having to boil water, yes I was born into those times, for everything from washing dishes to bathing isn't easy once you've been spoiled by the luxury of just turning on a faucet and having hot water come out.
Granted in my younger days I could do much of the basic electrical work around the house, like replacing a dead light switch or electrical socket and other stuff. Having partially and temporarily lost sight in my dominant right eye over a year ago after an eye bleed likely cause by a prescription medicine at the time, I don't do much of the electrical stuff anymore, although my sight has slowly gotten better. Once you get a shock, you never forget it. Don't want to take the chance of a repeat.
So, we'd basically decided we'll just have to pioneer it on the water thingy for a while longer. Then a young member from the hubby's church offered to put the water heater in for us. He even had his father to go pick the water heater up and bring it to us, and he stopped by later after work to install it. He refused pay, but I just feel a simple thank you isn't enough. I can't stop thinking of the kindness and the time he took out from family and a busy schedule to help two old folks. He deserves something special. We'll figure out something.
Thank you, Ray.
Camp and Brenda Washington