I need your help  − 26 June, 2008

I was almost done with my workday when I received an email from him. He was moving a friend and he wanted me to be there because it looked like he was going to be the only one able to move heavy stuff.

I called him on his cell, what was he talking about ? What about his friend ? The friend had use of only one arm, could I come, please ? "I need your help".

I pushed aside my hour of stretching at the gym and quickly went at the address he gave me. I helped them move. I was in fact the only one with him who didn't groan and moan and pshou. They were all lightweights compared to J-L who never complained even when he had to lift a box mattress and make it go through a stairwell...it didn't fit. I didn't complain either, it was okay to me this moving of shelves, bureaus and cat food.

So I spent the evening with him and his friends. We then went at my place so I could get some stuff and we ordered a pizza to eat on his crowded table (paint cans, electronic components). The night was a peaceful as the last one.