My Hero

Yesterday afternoon I received the strangest text message. It was strange because at first, I thought it had been sent to me by mistake. Turns out I was merely being clueless. Allow me to attempt to explain.

Due to my father's illness and death late this summer, I incurred far more expenses than I could handle. You see, I am only paid ten times a year. I do not receive pay from the end of June until the end of September, so I am required to manage my monies accordingly. I had done so, despite losing several thousand dollars of my salary last year when I separated my left shoulder. However, I did not budget for an emergency trip to Vancouver. Because of that, finances have been very tight.

Very very tight.

Squeaky tight.

I-now-have-no-pennies-to-pinch kinda tight *L*.

But we have almost made it through. Tomorrow is pay day. YAY!

Anyway, my hero texted me yesterday, saying he was having difficulty sending me monies through Western Union. Clueless, I asked him - via text - if the text was meant for me. The swift reply was something akin to, "Well duh, Sweetie. You are broke, and I want you to be able to eat."

After re-assuring him that I was not, in fact, starving, and that the zeeba has good food, I drove on home. But something was bothering me. Something was picking at the back of my brain. I could not figure it out for a time.

Then, it hit me. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me.

In my adult life - possibly in my entire life - no one has ever freely and without prompting from somewhere offered to take care of me in any way, shape or form. I had to pull the car over for a few minutes, as the emotions swamped me. Awe, adoration, and gratitude had me in a place where I could not see through my tears. I have never had a hero before this man, but I am damn glad he's the one.

(Just to be clear, he may be my hero, but that is not me saying he is perfect. I adore him, but the only reason I would ever put him on a pedestal is to watch him kill the spider that is just out of reach. Heh.)