Eighteen years. He has been building fires for me for eighteen years. Without complaint he treks out to the nearest grocery store for a fake log from the shelf, rummages around an empty lot for fallen timber, or simply finds a broken tree in our own yard to make me happy. Sometimes he even hurts himself in the process. As I watch it burn I am constantly reminding myself about just how lucky and grateful I am.
"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." -Albert Schweitzer
