Just before my husband suffered a massive heart attack, he was outside laying sod with my wonderful brother-in-law.
We had just gotten the last four pallets delivered, and the plan was to finish that day. It had been a huge stress for my husband because our HOA’s deadline was coming up, and the fine would be massive if it wasn’t done in time.
Even during the heart attack drifting in and out of consciousness—he kept begging me to make sure the sod got put down so it wouldn’t die. That was all he could talk about. I kept telling him, “Jesus will help us. It’s okay, we’ll figure this out.”
The ambulance rushed us to the hospital. My brother-in-law, who had seen the whole thing, stayed behind with my 2-year-old niece. He planned to keep working until midnight to get it finished. He tore out the old grass and started laying the new sod.
Then he heard big trucks coming back down the road. He turned around to see the fire truck and ambulance that had taken my husband to the hospital. He was confused—maybe they were coming to check on him?
Instead, seven firefighters and EMTs jumped out, put on gloves, and said they had come back because they knew my husband wouldn’t be able to work for weeks. They didn’t want the sod to die, so they came to help finish laying it.
These men had already saved my husband’s life, and now they were back to save our grass.
They didn’t know the HOA was about to fine us.
They didn’t know I’m about to go through a bone marrow transplant next month.
They didn’t know my husband had pawned his favorite gun to pay for that sod.
They didn’t know what we’ve been through as a little family.
They just saw a need and decided to help no questions asked. This wasn’t part of their job.
We have no words, only tears. People talk about heroes, but these men truly are. They gave us more than help with our yard they gave us hope in a hard season.
Please help us find them so we can thank them properly and make sure they get the honor they deserve.
