Week 7 Re-Write

David likes to help people, goes out of his way to do so, even if he knows he wont be appreciated in the end for doing so. Last month, on October 15th, his friend needed help moving down to Rumford, a four hour round trip from home. David's friend called him at 8:00am needing him by 10:30am. David never complained though, he drove the half hour to where his friend used to live, helped load stuff into his own truck, and started out on the four hour trip. His friend never offered to pay for gas, not that David would have taken it anyway, and still after helping him unload his stuff, before leaving told his friend, ""Hey no problem! Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you, anytime."
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Thanks to Cianbro, he works all the time, doing whatever is asked of him. David aims to please. He usually works seven days a week doing twelve hour shifts, with a weekend off here and there. The most days he has ever worked in a row is 28, in the month of May this year. On Wednesday, the 18th day, he was told he'd have the coming weekend off. He was relieved, and looking forward to a couple of days off, but didn't show it. Friday, the 20th, his foreman told him he needed help for the weekend, and it would be manditory that he work the weekend, the was supposed to have off. David never showed a sign of disappointment, or even complained. He had worked 28 days straight, 28 days of getting up at 4:30am, with an hour drive to and from work, 28 days of getting home at 7, and then eating supper, and from the supper table to bed, but never once complained.

His wife, who he's been married to for two and a half years, sure knows how to pick an argument.  She gets heated pretty fast, spouting off hurtful things, walking out of the rooms he follows her into, opening the doors she's slammed in his face. But he doesnt raise his voice, not once. He tries to comfort her, tries to hug her, and constantly apologizing, even though its not his fault, and she knows that.
Three months ago, in August, things got pretty heated. He came home late from work, tired, and just wanting to shower and go to sleep. His wife had cleaned the house that day, and when he walked into the house started to put stuff everywhere. Walking around with his dirt filled boots all over the freshly washed floors, threw his dirty flannel shirt onto of the clean counter stop, carelessly put his lunch box ontop of the dryer, and started to take his clothes off there. Heading toward the shower just in his boxers, he left his dirty carrharts on the floor by the door, with his socks and shirt piled ontop of his boots.

"David, do you even care that I spent the entire day cleaning this house, and you single handly, just messed everything up?!" She spouted off.

"What the hell are you talking about? I took all of my stuff off there because it's covered in dirt, and didnt want to track it all through the house!" He replied.

"So who's going to clean up this mess you piled all over the kitchen?" She quickly said.

"I will, just give me a minute, please. I just walked in the door." He replied, calm as ever.

"Yeah, right. You do this all the time, pile you shit everywhere and it just magically gets cleaned up."


They then spent the next hour and a half arguing. When things simmer down, she apologizes over and over again for the hurtful things she had said, and for getting angry for no reason. David accepts them, and forgives, no questions asked. She would have held a grudge, argued for even longer if he had ever said the things to her that she had said to him. But he doesnt, he's extremely forgiving. Forgiving to the point that in his mind, it never happened. David gives the true meaning to "forgive and forget".
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When he loves and cares about someone he does so with his entire heart, especially when it comes to his wife. He'd go to all ends of the earth for the love he has for his wife. It seems to good to be true the way he is to her.  Last December, the day after a snowstorm had dumped about nine inches of wet, heavy snow, he spent the morning shoveling. It was on a day that he had had off, and she had been working, he shaped a pile of snow into a giant heart with a shovel, then using his finger he wrote, "I Love You" on the top of it. When she came home to that, she was so excited, and flattered, which made David happy to see that something he had done for her made her so happy.
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His mom sure knew what she was doing when she raised him. At just 22 years old, he's impossible to get angry, quick to forgive, and slow to put himself first, if ever at all. There's nothing he loves more than watching football on Sundays, the one thing he enjoys. Napping on and off, snacking throughout the day, and switching between the two games he wants to watch. Other than having a Sunday in his recliner watching footbal, he never asks for anything.