Max was an independent kind of guy who had no shortage of pride.
He never wanted to admit he needed help, last year, my wife and I had a severe heat advisory warning for the better part of an entire week.
Everyone was being urged to check in with their loved ones to make sure they were cool enough & not being beset with excess heat. My husband called Max several times a day to check on him, & Max never once said the air conditioner had quit working in his apartment complex. My husband called & told me he was going to stop in to see Max on the way home, because he hadn’t answered his cellphone all morning. I didn’t expect to see Max in the front seat of the motorcar when my husband got home. He took me into the home office while Max was playing with the youngsters & told me the air conditioner died almost a week before the heat advisory. It was only because of the air conditioning in the motorcar that he was so pleasant & able to breathe correctly. I asked Max when the air conditioner was going to be repaired, however the building director said AC repairs weren’t budgeted for this month. My husband asked if I would mind moving Max in with us? I had been telling him my pal and I should transport Max in here, for months now. I hoped that with the lack of air conditioner, Max would supply a little & accept our help. I was also hoping my pal and I could talk to the young ones & they could make Max feel more welcome, however they were already hanging all over him.