the handsome face of help

4/2006 brian & jason

i laid guiltily alone and awake in bed. i cursed money and watched the clock- as is my routine when brian has to work through the day, the night, and into the morning hours. i thought about what a good man he was. i thought about how he excepted such a burden without hesitation or complaint. i wished desperately for a way to help him.

i didn't find out until the next morning that help had come to brian. jason was supposed to make a quick stop by the shop before heading home for some much needed rest, but when he found brian with hours of work still ahead of him, jason picked up a wrench and started working. no hesitation. no complaint.

the old friends talked, laughed, and worked together through the night finishing the job in record time. thank you my dear jason for doing what i couldn't.

thank you for helping.