I have always been the romantic, sure that the people I admire, or love, are special beyond belief and whether that is pure silliness, or mere wanting, I will probably never know.
But sometimes I get a feeling. A feeling based on talking to a person, or a feeling based on when that person has to hang up, or is interrupted to do something else, that says this person is different.
This person is not just a thinker, or creator, or kind, but a bit extraordinary.
A person who goes out of their way to connect with the most unlikely people. One who stops jogging to help a man load his truck, or give water to a stray dog.
A person who empathizes with people and animals in unusually kind ways.
And who also happens to be a carpenter.
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