And, more importantly, she didn’t want to feel as though her entire identity had changed from someone who helped others into someone who constantly needed help.
“But you made me worry more.”
She smiled sadly.
“I know.”
Then she told me how she had first met Alex.
He had been delivering a package to her house.
The package had opened on the porch, scattering its contents.
Instead of making a big deal out of it, Alex quietly picked everything up and carried it inside for her.
While he was there, he noticed that her refrigerator was almost empty.
He didn’t say anything that might embarrass her.
He simply returned later with groceries.
Then he noticed a loose railing.
He fixed it.
A faucet needed attention.
He repaired it.
A basement light had stopped working.
He replaced it.
One small act became another.
Before long, Alex was visiting regularly.
