I work retail.. an auto parts store no less. So, someone came in wanting a battery. No surprise... until I take his name for the warranty.
"Last name sir?" Goering... *BLINK* "Any relation?" (stupid question...) Yes.
Wow, something else right there. But that's not the end of the story.
His battery, you see, was fine. This fresh one completely did in his old starter, frying it. It was toast. So, we got him a new starter, but he lacked the skill to put it in. His wife was sick with liver cancer at the Mayo Clinic, he was busting his ass as a carpenter (oh, the irony and coincidence... wow) to get by. He had blown tons of money on homeopathy before settling for chemo, after talking his wife into not caring about her hair over her life.
Anyway, he was... fucked, until the rare honest mechanic happened to come by, and offered to help him for free. A black man, no less.
I didn't speak a word, I would have mortified that man, and given the average person here, probably have just made them go "WHO?" if I had brought it up, but I was frankly beside myself for quite a long time there. The man was in tears and saying out loud he had lived 50 years and never been helped like that before... I patted the big ole mechanic on the back and said he did good. Too bad I couldn't speak of the quiet signifigance of what he had done, sadly. I suppose that's between me, Goerring, and the inventory computer.
But yeah, how about that, a black man, an honest mechanic to boot... donating hours of his time to safe someone down on his luck, and one who wears the stigma of the name of an evil man on top of all of it.
I think about 20 angels got their wings today... and if MLK's up in heaven he probably shed a tear or two. Thankfully James Brown was up there to make it a party worth having... and my bitter self down here actually smiled for once in a long time.
Just... wow. What a story... what a set of coincidences!
And now, you can talk about the time niles, a nazi and a honest mechanic walked into an autoparts store sometime when you're sharing stories around a bowl of TBPITW.