Just a Really Cool Story

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My dad's name is Dennis, and for the sake of this conversation his last name is Fray. Once when I was 15, I was in line at the grocery store with my dad, while he was getting ready to pay for the food. Third in line, we noticed the guy (around aged 55), getting ready to pay the cashier, was fumbling with his wallet. His wife (not with him) was the one who usually carried the credit card apparently, and he somehow found himself $50 short of the amount needed to cover his groceries. My dad piped up, and offered to give him the $50. The guy thanked him, but said he'd only accept the money if my dad allowed him to pay him back. My dad agreed, and they made (safe) plans to meet the next day where they chatted, and the man repaid my dad. Seven years later we lived in another city, about 40 minutes away from the old one. My dad was starting a new church, and construction on the building was just getting started. One day, the men doing the concrete work which involved the rebar, started a fire. It burned mostly the grass at the back, leading up to several out buildings where a lot of building material was stored. Two buildings had been destroyed, but amazingly, it seemed the largest building had been spared. Of course, the concrete company had insurance so all of the torched items were covered by that company. A little over a year later, my dad went to open the out building that had been spared from the fire. Only, it had not. No one could have seen the fire somehow went under that building, and destroyed everything inside. Not a single scorch mark showed from the outside. But no one saw underneath. Because of that, not a single person had opened that building to check the contents (lessons were certainly learned by that). The loss of those contents was around $10,000, and because the insurance claim had been settled, papers had been signed, and so much time had passed, the concrete company was not required to pay for that $10,000 even though it was originally their fault. Not having the money to replace those materials, my dad decided he might as well give it a shot, and called the concrete company to see if they'd pay for the damage after all. The supervisor he spoke to said since it was a settled case, and so much time had passed, he doubted his boss would consider giving him a payout. He thought perhaps his boss would send out an employee to investigate, but he doubted he'd be getting any money. Two hours later, the owner of the concrete company called my dad. "Is this the Dennis Fray who once loaned a stranger $50 to pay for his groceries about eight years ago?" Surprised, my dad said yes. The man said not to worry, his company would cover the damages in full. And they did. That story always stayed with me. Do you have any stories like that?