Chapter 21

Get well wishes came with a platter of fajitas from Mr. Valdez. He was injured during a deployment overseas and had trouble carrying large objects. Whenever I’d see a Fed Ex or UPS delivery for him dropped at the main entrance downstairs, I would run it up and leave it at his door. I did these things anonymously, not for praise or free food. I assumed I came and went unnoticed, and that was okay. Now, I realized I didn’t. My neighbors knew me. They knew I was hurt, and that made me feel both appreciated and appreciative.

My parents showed love and concern as well.

“Why didn’t you call?” my mother asked.

“I’m doing okay. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“It’s never a bother, Russel.”