This is the new couch we bought for the upstairs den. How it got there is an amazing story.
We've mulled over which couch to buy for the den since we moved into this house seven months ago. Until I started school last month, we rarely used the second floor. Occasionally, I did yoga or watched TV shows on my laptop upstairs. The vaulted ceiling and window views of trees and sky were wasted, because we spent all of our time downstairs. We decided to cozy it up, especially since it's my prime study area now.
Our weeks-long search for a couch ended yesterday! It's plain, but it was a really good deal and fit our needs. We were a bit too confident in thinking we could tie it to the roof of Mr. TBS's car, and we found ourselves staring at the car and couch in the parking lot in the Houston heat. We didn't have enough rope, and the couch looked like it might slide off on our one-mile drive home.
A large trucked pulled up a few empty spots over from us, and the pony-tailed driver stepped out and said,
"If you cover the gas, I'll take it in my truck."
I smiled, and said, "Oh, well, we're hopeful this will work." Is this a scam? Who is this pony-tailed man with bad teeth offering to drive this couch to our house? What's in it for him?
Mr. TBS and I tried to devise a plan but got nowhere. As a last resort, we wondered if that man's offer was too good to be true. Only a few minutes later, he was walking out of the store, and Mr. TBS asked,
"Excuse me. What was your offer? If we pay for the gas to our place, you'll drive it home for us?" It was true! He asked nothing more than money to cover the gas, so Mr. TBS offered $7, and it was a deal. This man's name, we learned, was Jerry. As the heavy-duty truck suggested, he worked in construction and cabinetry building. He was quick tying the couch down, and we were on our way. In the car, Mr. TBS and I were stunned that a stranger was so willing to help. We pulled together all the cash we had ($17) and were disappointed we didn't have a beer or bottle of water at the house to reward his neighborly act.
Jerry helped unload the couch and carry it upstairs without hesitation, all the while offering tips on how to make the process easier. (Those stairs and tight corners are killer.) When all was said and done, do you know what he asked? He wanted to know if he could have our rope that we used to tie down the couch instead of the cash. On a recent project, some guys ruined his rope, and he needed one. We were so grateful for his generosity and helpfulness that we gave him the rope, the $17, and as many "thank yous" as we could squeeze into the conversation. We truly would not have been able to get the couch upstairs without him. We were all smiles, but he looked at us as if we did him a favor. With the kindest eyes, he wished us a wonderful day.
At face value, this story is about a couch and a nice man named Jerry, but it's much more than that.
Jerry reminded me that there are really genuine and selfless people in the world,
and sometimes, they appear when you least expect it.
He reminded me that people can do good things when you give them the opportunity.
He reminded me that no matter what someone looks like on the outside,
he can have a giving heart and bright spirit.
Jerry, you are awesome!
For the remainder of the day, I studied in the comfort of our new couch. :)
When is the last time you met a "Jerry" or were a "Jerry" for someone else?