According to my homenode
I've been here 2.5 years. It doesn't seem like it has been that long but then again there have been some stretches here and there that I wasn't around much. The first time I came here was a particularly boring
day at work. I had recently discovered Slashdot
and was starting to read it on a regular basis. As many users here have done before me and since, I clicked on the little link that promised to blow my mind
. I was in for more than I ever expected.
Fast forward a year or so and you come upon the first time
I met a noder. It was an odd situation but it happened and it wouldn't be the last time. I'm not going to keep rambling about all of my E2 firsts. I just think a little background was good for what I'm about to address.
I've made friends
here. I know some of you are thinking, "Well so fucking what? You want a cookie?"
. No, I just never expected that I would make friends on the internet
. Not just friends, but people that care about things in my life that only my closest of friends cared about before. I'm not going to make a list of the friends I've made. I'll forget someone or put the list in the wrong order or do something wrong. What I am going to do is relay a story of sorts that sums up what I'm talking about. If you want to call this an aftermath
, go right ahead but it might be a little late
. I think of it more as a thank you note.
This year was the first time in my life I wasn't with my parents and sister for Thanksgiving
. It wasn't that I was too far away
or that I had a fight with them that led me to Nashville
for Thanksgiving. It was just a simple invitation. I had met Scott
before on different occasions and counted them among my friends from E2. I found out they were having Thanksgiving in Nashville and I thought it sounded like fun
I arrived in Nashville the morning of Thanksgiving and drove straight to Scott and Julia's house. When I got out of my car I noticed a ramp
that led up to the door. It was built to fit over the concrete stairs. When I got closer to the ramp it became apparent that it was new. I could still see the pencil lines on the wood from where someone carefully
measured each plank. I knew that this house had been in Scott's family for some time and I wondered if maybe the ramp was built for the benefit of an elderly grandmother
that liked to visit or some similar situation.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Scott and Julia built the ramp for me
. Let me emphasize that in case you missed part of it; RAMP BUILT FOR ME!?! Sure, upon questioning, Scott played it off saying that it was a good project because Julia got to learn to use the power tools
and they had fun working on it together. None of his excuses
changed the fact that they built a ramp for a visitor who was going to be in town for a couple of days. There is nothing
I can say to properly thank them for what they did. The funny thing is that it really wasn't the convenience
that made it touching. I can get up and down stairs
. The house I grew up in
had five steps up to the front door. I'm floored
by the fact that the idea even crossed their minds. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for having me at your Thanksgiving. Thank you for being my friends. Thank you