I was at the new location this morning moving booths, walls and other junk outside. A guy walked up to me in the parking lot and asked if he could work for the day. I wasn't looking for the help and with as tight as funds are right now I was going to turn him down but then I had an impression, a special little reminder of something that I am told in my patriarchal blessing about helping others in need. I decided to use him for a couple of hours.
This was actually a great blessing. We managed to get quite a bit done and I focused on cutting out old booths while he hauled stuff outside. After a while Dave was able to come over and between the three of us we were able to clear out all of the booths. These were not run of the mill booths. No, these were custom built things. I think the restaurant was built around these things. There was a lot of banging and cutting to get them out but we managed.
In that time I was able to talk to this young man a bit. His name is Ronnie. Ronnie had a tale about being in Special Ops or Special Forces. Anyhow, he got out a couple of months ago when he decided he was done. Ends up he had a dishonorable discharge. He had quite the story going. I don't know if any of it was true and judging by his physical appearance and I don't know that it really matters. What matters is we followed the prompting that was received. That was our own special op.
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