Berlin NH

Last year, my dear hubby had a pretty bad accident while driving- without going into too many details, he had an episode and was told that he couldn't drive for 6 months while the drs tried to figure out what was going on. This was a particularly difficult time, because he works as quality control guy for construction sites and was working on a federal prison in the middle of nowhere- driving back and forth on the weekends to see me and staying up there all week. He had met a great couple who were renting a house and they were renting out a room to him and providing him with meals and stuff. They were just good people, those people that would give you anything you needed, their dining room table was always full of people because they loved being around people and loved being able to share with others what they had. Well, I was worried about driving hubby back and forth and how he was going to get to work....and how he was going to be- I wasn't going to be able to see him everyday, make sure he ate what he was supposed to, take his meds...all those things that after a huge episode one wants to be able to do. They were my angels....they promised to make sure that he was eating right, that he got to and from work everyday, that he was taking his pills, and that they would call me to let me know if anything happened. Not only that, but they would often meet me halfway for dinner with David...made my hour and a half drive only forty five minutes. They were lifesavers during this time in our lives and I honestly don't know what I would have done without them. We went to see them yesterday, they are done with the job up here and want to get out before it gets cold. On the drive up, I contemplated the role that they played in our lives. These were strangers who took in someone they didn't know, spent huge amounts of time with him, drove his all over the place and never once did they ask for anything in return. I tried to find the words last night as we were saying goodbye to thank them for everything and to tell them how much they mean to me- and they came out in the way of tears. So there we all were, including my hubby, with tears running down our faces, knowing that by the grace of god we met each other and having no idea when we would see each other again. We hugged even tighter and didn't have the words to say goodbye- we will see them again- they are those friends that you make that will always be friends, no matter what. We are better people for having known them and they taught us lessons that we will never forget!