I recently had surgery in my groin area (why you haven't seen me here for a while) and my mobility is very much restricted, to say the least. My grandson called and asked if there was anything he could do to help me out. I explained that the grass was in need of a herd of goats. He told me that he would come up and make sure it got cut. He AND his dad showed up this morning to tackle to jungle. He said that if ANYTHING needed to be done to call him. He said that "It is always family first." He had to travel over 40 miles just to get there. I am truly blessed.