My neighbor comes over about a week ago and asked me if I could make a roller for some kind of elevator (for hay, feed, or something) for a farmer friend of his as one of the rollers was missing. He had told me a few days earlier this friend was dying of cancer and hospice was involved. My neighbor had removed another roller from the elevator to use as a template and even had a piece of raw stock to make another out of. My neighbor doesn't ask favors so I knew this was important to him. It only took me a bit to do the job, and I delivered it to my neighbor the same day. The friend died on Monday. I went to the calling hours tonight to pay my respects (I had never met the deceased). I shook hands with the son-in-law of the deceased and he introduced me to the widow as the guy that had made the part for the elevator. The widow's eyes moistened up and she told me that she was so grateful as that elevator was on her husband's mind so much towards the end. Getting that elevator was important to him. When he was told it was fixed he was so relieved, she told me. Funny thing was I was told later that he didn't even need the elevator; I suppose he wanted to get all his stuff in order before he died.
Small things mean so much some time....