Spencer told his father that I looked as though I had crawled out of a furnace and that even Jenna’s mother didn’t want me embarrassing everyone. Harlan quietly repeated the word welder before ending the call. Then he explained that he had recognized my father’s name. Earl Dalton had worked for him from 1986 to 1996, when Ashford Steel was still a small operation with eleven employees. During a financial crisis in 1991, Dad and two other men had worked six weeks without pay to save the company. When Harlan eventually offered to repay him, Dad returned an envelope containing a handwritten note: “No charge for Harlan.”
Harlan had carried that note in his wallet for thirty-four years. He showed it to me, and I immediately recognized Dad’s handwriting. Then he revealed something even more extraordinary. My father had once risked his life to save Harlan’s younger brother, Walt, from a falling steel beam. Harlan wanted me at the wedding.
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