This is the time of year when movies and stories about hope, miracles and spirit fill our lives. For us…
‘Twas the night before Christmas Eve, and all through the house… well, we heard a horrible wind storm raging outside. Terrible storms were hitting the UK. The next day we noticed a huge part of our fence had blown clear off. Then something amazing happened…
This was the scene we woke up to on Christmas eve day:
In the grand scheme of things, we were lucky. Other parts of the UK were flooded, without power and heavily damaged. But still, when I went out to look at how to fix the fence I realised that it would take me most of the day and was really a two person job on a day when I just wanted to spend time with my wife and family.
Then our neghbours (carpenters from Moldova) emerged to also see their own fallen fence. A bit of friendly banter and rolled eyes in fence-fallen solidarity, and before I knew it tools were produced and they came to help me put my fence back up. Within an hour, it looked like new again:
And no matter how much I offered to help or return the favour, they shrugged it off and said consider it a Christmas gift. Even when my wife and I brought them a bottle of Champagne, they begrudgingly accepted it.
There’s something about this time of year and carpenters, isn’t there?
It’s not quite a miracle, but it does make the heart fuzzy.