A Stroke of Luck
How a neighborhood came together, and friendships bloomed.
Maxine: Our neighbor Dennis is quite a guy – successful entrepreneur, an accomplished horseman, and a terrific gardener. He and his wife Linda were the ninth buyers at Haverford Reserve. Bob and I were the eighth. We met soon after, and have been dear friends since.
One day, Linda called to say that Dennis had passed out at the gym. Bob, a physician, went right over and took him to the hospital, where they discovered a broken artery in his brain. When we visited Dennis after his surgery, he was barely functioning.
Dennis: I basically spent two months staring at the ceiling. My beautiful wife would come in every day and lie next to me.
Linda: When Dennis finally returned home, he had lost 80 pounds. He had always been a serious athlete. Now he could hardly stand.
Maxine: Word spread quickly throughout the Reserve that Dennis was recovering from a stroke. I can’t even name all of the neighbors who came by.
Linda: Neighbors would drop by the house every day and ask “Does Dennis want to go for a walk?” And they kept coming back until he was strong enough to begin his recovery. They took him for walks...brought him food...sat and talked with him.
Dennis: Bruce would drive me to the Rec Center and we'd walk the track together. He even sat down with my checkbook and paid the bills for me.
Maxine: Some of us were always there. It felt like one big family.
Dennis: I remember waking up and there were 4 doctors around my bed discussing my case. They were all my neighbors! I felt so fortunate to have such incredible friends.
Linda: After a few months, Dennis was able to start building himself up, and found a great trainer.
Dennis: Yeah, Chris Fiddler. Picture a man recovering from a stroke being helped by a trainer recovering from cancer.
Linda: I think you helped each other.
Dennis: I’m back to 215 pounds now – a 69 year old with a 33 inch waist who can bench press 225.
Maxine: But wait... I haven’t told you the best part. One afternoon, I came home and said to Bob, “Did you see the row of flowers around our flowerbed? I don’t remember planting them.”
Bob says, “You must have. You just forgot." But that didn’t ring true. I was stumped.
About a month later, Dennis and I were chatting and I started wondering out loud why certain people got flowers. Seeing my consternation, he finally confessed. Without a word to anyone, Dennis had planted row after row of perennials at the homes of the neighbors who helped him.
Dennis: I wanted to thank everyone who'd been so kind to me.
Maxine: Never told a soul. What a guy. And now, he's teaching handicapped kids to ride horses at an Equestrian Center.
Dennis: When you see kids who spend their days in wheelchairs sitting seven feet tall, the look on their faces is all the thanks I need.
Linda: I’m grateful to live in such a good-hearted community. I couldn’t ask for more wonderful neighbors.
Dennis: Now when I walk through the neighborhood, I see even more of the black-eyed susans I planted. They keep growing…like our friendships.