I'm not in a good mood

"Let us/me know if there's anything we/I can do for you guys!"

I don't have to tell you how many times that's been said to us since this all happened. And truthfully, we've been okay, so I've just thanked people when they said that to me. I guess I assume when someone says that, they REALLY mean it, or else, why would they say it? When I tell someone to let me know if they need anything, I MEAN it. If you call me up and say, 'I need a kidney!' and we're not the right blood type, you can rest knowing I won't stop until I find you the right match!

The day after the fire, David was trying to salvage stuff in the garage. We had a 20 minute exterior door leading from the kitchen to the garage, and it did it's job. So the food in the deep freeze was okay. David was also trying to get together his air compressor and tools so he could find a place to store them. Our neighbor came over and happily offered for us to put all this at his house, which was a blessing because we were currently living in a hotel, and we wouldn't have to find someone to loan us a truck so we could move it over somewhere.

So it's been there ever since. We have only been in the rental house for a week, and David noticed the neighbor was acting a bit weird. So I called my grandmother and asked if she had any room in her garage that we could put the deep freeze. (It's small, doesn't take up a whole lot of room, and it's an energy star rated applicance.) She said she'd make room, not to worry, bring it over.

So David walks over to the neighbor's house to let him know and to ask if it's okay if he moves it in the next couple of days, because of the storms and such, and him needing to find a truck to move it. Not only that, it's about 4:15pm at this point, and he knows I have to meet someone in town about a fundraiser she's doing for our family.

Oh NO! That neighbor, the one who's idea it was for us to even put that stuff at his house, the one that has offered time and time again that if we need ANYTHING to let them know, is now all up in arms, and wants the stuff out NOW. HE NEEDS THE ROOM. So David is frantically running across town to get a truck, back to the house to get the stuff, and back to unload it, and then to get his car. And it's 5:07pm, and I'm still with Matthew alone, and no way to get in touch with the person I'm supposed to meet.

This INFURIATES me. If he'd never offered, if he wasn't so enthusiastic about helping us out, we would have done this to begin with. My grandma would have let us leave it in her garage, no problem. But he offered, so we went with it. I CANNOT STAND when people backtrack on their word.

If you don't mean it, don't say it. Just say, 'I'm so sorry for what you've gone through.' or even 'That sucks, dude.' But I promise you this, if I offer, I MEAN IT. I will give you my last dollar if that's what you need.