Saturday, Mary enlisted the aid of her husband, J.R.; two of their employees, Adam and Helen; and our friend Tom to help me move.
No, that’s not quite right…
What actually happened was, *they* moved me to the new apartment while I, for health reasons, mostly stood around and watched.
Somewhere in the English language there may be words to describe such vast generosity and my thankfulness for it, but I don’t know what they are. Without these people, the move would have been impossible.
Same goes for my friends Bret and Carol, without whom all the stuff would never even have been packed.
Why I have people like these around me is a mystery. *Nobody* could be nice enough to have earned their friendship, least of all myself. Somehow, I got very, very lucky.
Mary, J.R., Tom, Bret, Carol, Adam, and Helen — thank you, from the bottom of whichever of my organs are still functioning. You saved my life.
Later today, it’s back to the old apartment for one last walk-through to pick up some items that were inadvertently left behind. It’ll be strange to see that place empty. Then again, I suppose it’s been empty for a long time. For the past couple of years, I’m not even sure *I* was there.