Well, last night after work (day shift for one day... now back on the 1 to 9pm shift ffs) my logging buddy called, needed a hand with his truck. Stopped by after work and helped him out. We've both had rough childhoods, not that either of us are any worse off. We were talking about this and that, and he told me about something that happened to him this past weekend that I found quite profound.
He's big into knives and throwing knives/axes. He was invited to a local competition/flee market of a sorts. The guy that puts the show on and my friend are very close. The show guy wanted my friend to meet a young kid that's making knives. They went and checked oit his (kids) stand. My friend said he was immediately drawn to this cleaver style knife, but it was drawn to a fine point, said the blad was amazing, craftsmanship was beautiful, even the holster was hand made by this kid.(using the tern kid loosely, he's most likely my age so mid 30's) my friend gave the kid high praise. He didn't have any intention of going to this meet to buy anything. The guy that put the show on asked the kid what he wanted for it, and promptly forked the money over and handed my friend the knife. My friend refused, said you didn't have to do that. The old guy said thays exactly why he did it. If he had to buy that knife he wouldn't have, but he didn't have to and wanted my friend to have it.
That really hit me hard. I've been very fortunate in life to have people that didn't have to help me, or take me in, that have made me who I am today. My grandparents and my adoptive parents didn't have to take the responsibility of raising another kid, that owned them nothing. I'm very fortunate to have these people in my life, and extremely thankful for each and every one of them.