My mother-in-law recently moved to a new apartment in a new town. We spend a lot of time there with her and have been blessed by the young man that lives down the hall. His name is Richard. He and his mom moved in just before Kenny's mom did. The day we met them Kenny shared her internet password with him and he gave Kenny a huge hug. He learned that their house had just burned and they were living in the complex temporarily until they could move back home. We knew this guy was friendly from the start, but he's taught me a great lesson in friendship over the last few weeks.
Richard stops by to check on Jo and to see if she needs anything and has borrowed a few things. Two days this week he dropped by and shared food with her...stuffed peppers, banana cream pie, and yesterday he delivered an entire plate that looked like Thanksgiving dinner. By the way we eyed her plate, he may have picked up the idea that we thought it looked pretty good, and he came by with another one. We were baffled by his generosity, not just this instance, but over the last month, and we thanked him a ton.
Then he said, "You've got to be a friend to have a friend," and he went back to his place.
How simple. How true. And how challenging. Here he is, just went through a pretty big loss, in a new place, with few friends nearby, and he is displaying an awesome attitude. Praying that I would be so other-centered in such a situation. Thank you for the lesson in love, Sir Richard.
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