He is a giver.
Our neighbor has an adult grandson who appears to have some special needs.
He used to ride his bike at the same time every day, in the same outfit.
He would come home at the same time with various items piled in the milk crate that was fastened to the front of his bike.
Then, one day, he walked his bike home instead of riding it.
Then, I saw him walking home every day at the same time, in the same outfit.
I told hubby.
Hubby investigated the next time he saw the young man.
He found out that the frame of his bike had broken.
Hubby was so sad for him and decided to be on the lookout for a bike.
Fast forward a couple months to us walking home from church.
A woman was putting things left from her garage sale out front with a sign that read free.
There was a bike.
I pointed it out to hubby.
The tires were flat and it was dirty, but the frame was intact.
We wheeled it home.
A few days later hubby had the opportunity to talk to the boy again and ask if he could use the old bike to join the best of both bikes together.
"Oh, Thank you, thank you," was all the boy could say.
"You charge?" he asked my sweet hubby?
"No charge," was the response.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!"
I am getting teary-eyed just typing this.
So, hubby took both bikes and joined the best of them to create a new bike for the boy.
Now, he has a bike again.
Now, he can ride it at the same time every day, in the same outfit.
Now, you know one of the many reasons why I love my man.