I recently moved, and noticed that the drier of my new home was not working. Yesterday I called my landlord to explain to him about the problem. His voice started to break, and told me that his 17 year-old son drowned the day before and that he was going to take care of the drier issue later. Words cannot explain how I felt. I have a seven-year-old and he and my wife are my life. I cannot imagine what I would do if something similar happened to me. I told my landlord that he shouldn't worry about it, and that I would fix it and for him to focus on his family.
A day later, three gentleman came to the house and fixed the problem with my drier. They said that they came in behalf of my landlord. I found out that my landlord is the chief of the Miami Fire Department and they are proud to help their chief. One of the gentlemen told me,
Fire Departments are a different animal. We take care of our people.I was deeply moved. It also made me think, would my team do the same thing for me? Would my friends? My wife and I picked up a sympathy card to send it to our landlord. I can't imagine what is he going through, but I would take this opportunity to remind me how vulnerable we are. Indeed, the hardest times reveal the true friendships.