Let's help Scott put a new roof over his head!

From Scott Grandstaff's recent Facebook post:

Do you know me?

I've given my life to public service. Helping others all my life. I never gave it a second thought. Its just my style. Fire department, community boards of directors, community committees, local projects, national projects. Risked my life hundreds of times. Stopped on the road in the night 100 times to help strangers.

For friends, neighbors, townfolk, strangers and fools.

For mankind.

It never paid me anything but I didn't expect it.

The whole time I could always find a way. Fixing everything. Making things from scratch. Making sure my tools were always ready. Keeping spare parts for practically everything and generous to donate them.

Some of my parts are still in the town's water and sewer plants. They were emergencies.

My roof is shot. I have fixed it 4 times in the last month and it just keeps opening up new leaks.

Today I went up once again. Because one got away from me in the last storm and my kitchen ceiling has just been ruined.

Its getting less and less secure each time I climb,

(I'm 73, live on a tiny income, and my heart is shot) but, well, yeah.

Today I went up and spread some tar on a few likely places to leak. Possible fixes and all I could find.

Picked up my tar bucket and headed back down.

Just over the peak of the roof my ankle turned, my stomach did a flip in an instants time, and down I went.

I used my hands and legs and got stable in a few feet.

I didn't fall all the way off the roof.

But it was the first time in my life I ever fell on a roof, at all.

Its not a great feeling.

Its supposed to rain all next week. I have a big tarp ready if I didn't find the leaks today. I'll use it if I have to.

I have worked very hard on my little house and its more than worth saving.

I'm the last one to be found asking for help, for me.

But here we are.