Matthew just might be the nicest high school freshman on the planet. After Greg said I could camp out on their lawn, Matthew asked if I wanted him to go fetch my cart, which I had left down at the end of the driveway. And later, when I was setting up my tent, he came over to see if I wanted him to make me some chicken nuggets. I certainly wasn't that thoughtful when I was his age! The three of us sat and talked for a while as I was eating, and there was a wonderful positivity and peacefulness to these guys. Plus they had really good-smelling soap in the shower (I'm clean, Mom!).
A really big, burly guy and his feeble old father spend quality time together shooting baskets next to each other.
She'd also make an excellent dog boarder or bag porter.
Doris (pictured with Baxter) was standing at her mailbox when I came wheeling by. I told her I was walking to Oregon, and she told me I better come in and rest up while she made me some food. She whipped up a nice big lunch and packed me some snacks for the road. She wanted to make sure I had everything I needed; I think she would have given me anything in her entire house if she thought it would help me.
Not too far down the road, another woman came out and asked me if she could feed me a hot meal. My stomach was full and I was anxious to make some progress, so I had to tell her no thanks. I felt kind of bad about it: I could see she really wanted to help me. Who would have thought I would find too much kindness to fit in my schedule?
