Theree times a week we have to drive to physical therapy for my husband’s hand that was reattached two months ago after a borrible work accident.
Today we 1 thirty minutes late but just a few miles into the trip we saw a young man struggled against the 2 winds that were almost pushing our car off the road.We stopped and asked if he needed a 3 .He accepted in no time and 4 jumped into the back seat.His name was Dan and he wasn’t going far.
As we dropped him off, we 5 he had many large piles of cut wood stacked in his yard so we 6 if he was interested in selling any.He said, “Oh, you can just come by anytime, even if I’m not here and 7 up all you want.”We asked how much it would cost for a trunkload.He replied, “It’s 8 , take all you want.We have more than we’ll use and we’re 9 at home so just drop by anytime and get it.Thanks for your help and have a great day!”
We kept 10 we’d pay for it and would only get it if someone was home, but he just kept repeating 11 he’d already told us.Then as his 12 pit bull dog(牛头犬)came and gave me a 13 on the hand, Dan said, “Come on, boy!” They both 14 racing to the doorway and Dan yelled one last time, “Thanks again!”
What 15 me most about his offer is that he was in the back seat and didn’t saw my husband’s hand.One of his fingers is 16 now and they are patched up with the two skin grafts(移植的皮肤), meaning it doesn’t have the 17 it used to.Dan just 18 us with the wood, never knowing 19 that would mean to us now when my husband isn’t able to 20 any for us this winter.