heart of gold

When I first lived here in Oregon I had a job at a grill and I worked with some pretty shady guys. They were completely opposite of each other. I had mentioned to one of them that I was having car problems. He told me he has a guy that goes to his church that is really honest and good. So I found out who it was and went over there. He reminded me so much of my grandpa. His garage even smelled the same with old books and tools everywhere. I have been going to him since then and know that I really lucked out finding him. That was probably the only good thing that came out of the horrible job at the grill. A month ago I had to get my front brakes fixed and this last week it sounded like they were out again. I called him up and talked to him and he had me come over. Even though he had 8 other cars in front of mine he pulled it in and took a look. He found out that it was now my back brakes that had gone out. I wanted to cry because I knew I could not afford them right now. I asked him how bad it would be to drive with them like that and he said my car shouldn't leave the shop. I told him I didn't have the money right now and didn't get paid till next week. He told me if I could get a ride to work in the morning he would fix them. He said its usually his day off on Saturday but he wanted to make sure I had a car. I almost started crying but bit my lip. I told him once again that I could not afford it right now. He looked at me and said I feel in my heart that your an honest person and will pay me when you can. I could picture my grandpa doing the same thing. He was always fixing things for other people and never taking a dime for it. I was truly humbled by his kindness. To top it off he even took me home since my roommate was not home. I would love to do something for him for all of his extra concern for me. People like that are few and in between.