Seriously.  He's great.  Right now, he's brought over his riding lawn mower and is helping my husband mow our lawn.  This may not seem like a big deal, but our lawn is an acre.  That's 43,560 square feet of grass to mow, discluding our small house in the middle.  Once again, this may not seem like such a big deal, but we only have a push mower.  So it will usually take my husband four to five hours just to mow the lawn, not to mention at least a gallon of gas, lots of sweat, and some dehydration and sunburns. 

But this is not the first awesome thing this guy has done to help out.  He helped my husband till my garden for me.  He brought over his two rototillers and they tilled it up pretty quickly.  He's a really nice, helpful guy.  He's in his early to mid thirties, I believe.  He and his wife are raising their niece (don't know the exact circumstances to that, but I love when family takes in a family member in need) after having lost a child of their own.  He works on the air station not far from where my husband works (but he's a civilian). 

I've never actually spoken to the guy, just waved and smiled, but my husband has, obviously, spoken to him on numerous occasions.  He's also going to help us spread gravel for our driveway.

I'm going to bake them a cheesecake.  :)  I'm already making one as a birthday cake tomorrow, so I think it's the least I could do to repay him for his help.  :)  And who doesn't love cheesecake?