Perspective

I started a humorous post about my dating life, and was going to comeback and finish it up and give you all a chuckle.

Then I called the cabinetmaker, as I told him I would. His house had just burned to the ground. Nothing left. And he ran his business from the house. A neighbor called 911 when he saw the flames, but was told to call the fire department. The fire department was called and the neighbor was given a message saying if it is an emergency, call 911. When the fire department finally showed, there was a water main break. I was speechless. What do you say when you hear that?

He had spent years making the house exactly what he wanted, making his own cabinets, woodworking and so on. He had collected and refinished a ton of antiques. He was just telling me he was considering building a stable on his property. All down the drain.

This isn't the worst of it...

Here is what makes this move from sad to tragic. He lost his family in 1982. His mom, dad and youngest brother. Only he and his sister remain from his immediate family. All of his sentimental mementos of the family; pictures, letters, gone.

He asked me if I would go shopping with him Saturday because he has no clothes and wants a girl's perspective. What a sad first date!