Maybe it’s me, but life seems like one giant divide these days — the 99 percent vs. the 1 percent, the 47 percent vs. everyone else, black against white, men against women, Paula Broadwell against Jill Kelley.
Which is how I happened to arrive recently at the faded front door of Nick’s Service Station in Cambridge. Think of a sleek Mobil Mart, with bright lights and computerized pumps — and then think of the exact opposite, right down to the ancient sign on the brick building that says, “Master Mechanic on Duty.”
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A lovely, inspiring, and heartbreaking story. Thank you!
This is almost too hard to believe. Sorry for my cynicism, but I have a mom with Alzheimer's in a nursing home and you can't believe how many wonderful residents, including my mom, that are not even visited by family. I do hope I'm wrong, but I suspect the helpers and care takers are the small minority.
Thanks for this -- made my morning!
Great story - just when you think the world couldn't get any more divisive - this makes me think we all are really are more alike than not -
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Beautiful! We get back what we give out. Especially when it comes to love.
Karim's abseance is keenly felt. He is a good man in an age when there are far too few deserving of that simple, honorable title.
Brought tears to my eyes! It makes me wish I had known this man.