This last weekend at the camper our granddaughter and neighbors grandson stopped from playing to have a snack at our place. He looked over and mentioned that we have a lot of nice wood and that we get to have early fires and lots of them, and since "Papa" is sick he can't lift much. Well how can't that tug at your heart strings!? Come to find out our neighbor has esophageal cancer and it has spread into his shoulder. I talked to the campground owner and got permission to go on the backside of his property and find a standing dead tree and cut it up and had a half full pickup box. I got back to our lot and called the kids over. As they comes over, I see the two kids were picking up branches as much as a 10 year old boy and 6 year old girl can to try and have enough wood for a fire that night. Told him I will make a deal with him, if he helps roll rounds to my tailgate and they pick up and stack the splits that he can have the wood. The little mans eyes lit up like you gave him a gold bar. I wish I had my phone to take a picture of those two kids helping me work some wood. And when he loaded that wheel barrel and pushed the first load over, the pride he had in providing wood for them was heartwarming. It really brought a smile seeing both of them kids stacking wood in their rack and being so serious about it.
