I just have to brag him up a bit, because he won’t do it for himself.
He was scheduled to have Friday and Saturday off this year – he and another guy take turns running a crew on either Friday or Saturday after Thanksgiving each year. He was still bruised and limping a little from Saturday’s game, but he knew it would be busy so he bandaged his leg and brought the 4 older girls to Vision Forum on Friday and let them help the rest of the Friday crew. This is their idea of fun, and the two older girls get paid.
When he arrived and saw how bogged down they were, he worked for the rest of the day, on his “day off.”
Then he decided to bring in a crew on Saturday morning as well, starting at 7 AM. This means that he and the girls left the house at 6 AM on his weekend off. They worked from 7-3, plus an hour drive on each end.
And then…
He dropped the children off at a cousin’s birthday party and rushed straight to Plymouth Rock Ranch to help our friends with their big project. They worked until 3 AM.
But wait! There’s more! Our friends were in a race against time and still hadn’t reached the finish line.
He arrived home at 3:30 AM, showered and napped for a couple of hours, and we headed to Plymouth Rock Ranch again at 7 AM. I dropped him off and took the children to church. We picked him up at 4 PM on Sunday afternoon. The job was nearly done and relatively fresh volunteers were willing and able to finish it. He finally came home and got some sleep. This morning he was able to sleep in a bit and leave for work at 8 AM.
He never complains. He never whines, or wonders if there’s a way out. He just does it. When I try to tell him how much I admire him for working so hard and so willingly, he always looks just a little puzzled. “What else would I do?” I love that he doesn’t see a second option.

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