Last week, I posted a need for a brush and DE razor for a man in need. Tonight I would like to post this story. Leonard is a very limited means, without a job. He does odd jobs to keep fed and shares a room with others. The cost of shaving (using disposable razors) is a considerable amount of what little disposable income he has. I offered him one of my straights razors, but he was fearful of them, a common and understandable reaction.
I reached out to this community and the response was huge. I had many offers and had some contribute not only an item, but the postage, declining my offer to pay for at least that. The following is what happened upon my presentation of the culmination of the great hearts of some people on this forum.
Leonard, I have a present for you. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday
What? What you got there? For me?
With this you should dramatically reduce you shaving costs. The razor came for a gentleman, Billy Daniels from Kentucky and the razor from another fine gentleman, Jeremy Holman of Salem Oregon. Both of them also got you these extra blades. The soaps, soap bowl, and styptic pencil are from me.
Billy who? Oregon? What? They gave me this?
Yup
Do they know me?
No
They don't know me? They gave me this? I don't understand.
You don't have to. Sometimes the big guy upstairs does some pretty interesting sh*t, don't he?
Leonard looked at the brush handling it like it was some religious icon. He opened and closed the silo doors of the razor. My daddy used a razor like this. When he died, I wanted it, but my older brother got it and the brush. I......I......
Suddenly I realized this was even more powerful than I even imagined. There was a great silence as he handled the items; a silence that for some strange reason, I understood only too well. I knew Leonard owned very little, no car, no computer, no TV. Suddenly I realized this was his most prized possession.
I interrupted the silence. Now all you need, once all the extra blades are used up, is to buy blades, much cheaper than those gawd awful disposable razors. You'll probably get a better shave to boot. (I knew darned well he would!)
Thank you! How do I thank your friends? How did you meet these guys?
Never met them. Couldn't recognize them in a crowd if I had to.
What? You don't know these guys? But I thought you said.....
I met them on the internet
Internet. I still don't understand. But please thank them for me. I really, really appreciate this. You don't know how much this means to me. I don't even know these guys . How will they know how....
Trust me. They will know, I promise. Heck, I think they probably already knew before they even sent this stuff.
What? At this point poor Leonard had what I refer to as data overload.
Never mind. I promise I will thank them for you.
I left his humble dwelling, and was feeling on top of the world. I don't know who was happier, Leonard for getting a great present from people he never met, or me for being part of a community of such fabulous gentlemen. For this evening, Leonard and I both thank you from the bottom of out hearts.
I reached out to this community and the response was huge. I had many offers and had some contribute not only an item, but the postage, declining my offer to pay for at least that. The following is what happened upon my presentation of the culmination of the great hearts of some people on this forum.
Leonard, I have a present for you. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday
What? What you got there? For me?
With this you should dramatically reduce you shaving costs. The razor came for a gentleman, Billy Daniels from Kentucky and the razor from another fine gentleman, Jeremy Holman of Salem Oregon. Both of them also got you these extra blades. The soaps, soap bowl, and styptic pencil are from me.
Billy who? Oregon? What? They gave me this?
Yup
Do they know me?
No
They don't know me? They gave me this? I don't understand.
You don't have to. Sometimes the big guy upstairs does some pretty interesting sh*t, don't he?
Leonard looked at the brush handling it like it was some religious icon. He opened and closed the silo doors of the razor. My daddy used a razor like this. When he died, I wanted it, but my older brother got it and the brush. I......I......
Suddenly I realized this was even more powerful than I even imagined. There was a great silence as he handled the items; a silence that for some strange reason, I understood only too well. I knew Leonard owned very little, no car, no computer, no TV. Suddenly I realized this was his most prized possession.
I interrupted the silence. Now all you need, once all the extra blades are used up, is to buy blades, much cheaper than those gawd awful disposable razors. You'll probably get a better shave to boot. (I knew darned well he would!)
Thank you! How do I thank your friends? How did you meet these guys?
Never met them. Couldn't recognize them in a crowd if I had to.
What? You don't know these guys? But I thought you said.....
I met them on the internet
Internet. I still don't understand. But please thank them for me. I really, really appreciate this. You don't know how much this means to me. I don't even know these guys . How will they know how....
Trust me. They will know, I promise. Heck, I think they probably already knew before they even sent this stuff.
What? At this point poor Leonard had what I refer to as data overload.
Never mind. I promise I will thank them for you.
I left his humble dwelling, and was feeling on top of the world. I don't know who was happier, Leonard for getting a great present from people he never met, or me for being part of a community of such fabulous gentlemen. For this evening, Leonard and I both thank you from the bottom of out hearts.
