When my good friend Steve asked me if I could do anything to help fix a mauled and mostly destroyed toy from his childhood, I blinked back a few (okay, perhaps a flooding of) tears, swallowed hard, and then smiled.
Why? For two reasons:
1) because he asked little old ME to repair something so precious as a MEMORY
2) because I was delighted for the challenge.
Buzzie was mistaken for a dog toy by one of Steve’s rescued Greyhounds (silly puppy!) and, well, over played with let’s say. But, Buzzie isn’t just a toy; he is part of Steve’s childhood; one of the few things he has left. I swore I would do everything (and I do mean everything) in my power to bring that back to him.
Sometimes things just can’t be replaced with something else. And sometimes they can’t even be fixed.
BUT….This was NOT gonna be one of them. NOT on my watch. NO sir. Nuh-uh. NOT THIS HIPPO…..
Or, if someone asks for help….
You might be able to do the same. Now, hold on to your underwear because the next few posts are long……but worth it….
Love and Hugs,
From the Darkest Parts of the Maine
PS: Thanks Steve, because hopefully I won’t have to fix one of Veronica’s seriously beloved toys, BUT if I do, I learned how because of you…Because you believed that I could….. xoxo