One more thing and I'll hush. On Saturday prior to the blown tire incident, we stopped for lunch. A man was standing on the side of the road with a sign that stated "hungry homeless vet." Since we know there are thousands of homeless vets, we wanted to give him something, but not money. We bought him a burger, fries, drink and even a Frosty from Wendy's. When we came out, we saw him pick up his duffle-looking bag, his liter bottle of drink and package of chips and started walking. I called to him, stating we had something for him and gave him the bag. He thanked us and continued walking. We watched from the motorhome as he walked to a nearby car, got in and drove away. It was not a new car, but it wasn't a bad car either. We don't know if he was truly homeless, but it doesn't matter. We did what we thought we should and it was also an example to our grandson of helping someone who may be less fortunate than we are. Dalton kept saying over and over, "We are such a nice family." LOL
Thank you for listening to our woes and providing encouraging words.
God bless and thanks for stopping by!