Unexpected Act of Kindness
I don’t care if they’ve been a bit neglected for a while, when I see those hulls ready to receive a dose of love (and epoxy), I see a picture of freedom.
Please drop me an email with your PayPal (or preferred method) address. I don’t have a lot to spare right now, but it would mean a lot to me to contribute to your epoxy fund. I’d really like to do what I can to help you reach your dreams, while I’m also working to reach my own.
You may imagine my feelings to receive such an offer and, as Eric knows, my initial reaction was to politely decline, but the way that Eric had worded his comments left me feeling that such a refusal would be churlish and so I wrote a grateful acceptance. eric’s lengthy reply touched me even more and with his permission I reproduce some of Erics words below:
I’m so glad my brief comments came across as intended. I just came back from a week in the Dominican Republic, and after seeing the clear blue water and white sand, it was quite easy to imagine Gleda out of the barn and exploring a tropical paradise.When I look at that picture, I’m awed by the magnitude of work that was already been accomplished. It’s just so incredible to picture… those hulls started from NOTHING, and were built, one step at a time, with your own hands. As you said, there are people who can’t recognize a dream in progress. But then, there’s a small group of us out there who DO see the dreams, and the potential, and how it’s simply a matter of taking one step at a time until your reality matches your imagination. It’s important to me to support such dreams whenever I see them.