So on Christmas day my Dad tells me he can't afford to pick up the repaired tire from the shop down the road. He asked if I would be able to help him out and pay the bill and pick it up. I said of course I can (knowing the bill would be around $400). My Dad and I went outside a bit later for a cigarette, and standing beside the old 2N, he looks at me and says "Y'know, you've done so much getting this tractor running, and getting my Major back up to snuff, when you drop off that tire at the yard, I'll have a bill of sale ready, and the N is yours." I almost cried (I'm 40 LOL). So about a week later I called the shop and the owner was not pleased with my Dad (they've had some financial difficulties due to medical issues). I talked to him a while and found that he and I had a few mutual friends and interests. I explained the situation to him and he said he would be willing to wait for a few weeks for payment. So yesterday I went out there (about 12 miles from my home)and picked it up and paid the bill. The tractor shop owner was so pleasant and soft spoken. I then found out that the tire had been there almost 6 months. He asked if my parents were doing OK and that the wait not a big deal, he was just glad that someone had called him and let him know what the situation was. He also said he was glad the tractor was staying in the family.
My point to the whole spiel is that there are still some wonderful people out there, that care about the people they serve and work for.
My point to the whole spiel is that there are still some wonderful people out there, that care about the people they serve and work for.