A Kind Gentleman

In my skyscraper of a building that I call home, there lives a man with deep pockets. There also exists a severe wind tunnel effect that opens and closes the door like a malevolent spirit. In case you didn't know, the taller the building and the colder it is outside, the stronger the wind tunnel becomes. And each year I've been living in this Different Strokes-esque residence, every Winter it's become more intolerable; more specifically, intolerable in regards to being able to independently enter and exit the building on either the ground or parking levels...

Now, you may or may be a regular reader of my blog, but as a C6 quad (that's my disability), I have partial use of my arms. I can move my biceps, but not my triceps; yet to the untrained eye, it may look as if I can still move my arms fine and dandy, but that's a rouse; a rouse mainly on my part...in my desire to look as "normal" as possible. But back to the man with the deep pockets.

The man with more money than he needs, not to say he didn't work hard to earn every penny (he did), moved into my building about a year ago.  He was retired, without children, and had progressive MS. He was however - fortunately for him - stronger in his arms than me. But he still saw the wind tunnel effect though as a nuisance and worked tirelessly to get the Board to install automatic openers on the 3 main doors we use the most. But no, the pretentious selfish Board members voted no, and we were left with impossible-to-use doors.

Well, lo and behold, I've come to find out just the other day that this wealthy gentleman took it upon himself to have at least one automatic opener installed on our parking level, ON HIS DIME. How cool is that?! And on top of that generosity, he also paid for my $50 remote (that is needed to use the new door). It was as if he were a silent donor. He didn't even tell me he was going to do this! The last thing I heard from him was that he was going to continue pressing our needs to the Board.

Maybe he got sick of the bureaucratic BS? Or maybe he was feeling cashy? Who knows. What I do know however was that he did a really nice thing that day. Maybe I'll bake him a chicken pot pie to show my gratitude.