Way back in the first half of the century-prior, my aunt, then a very young child, fell victim to a fire and received severe burns to her face and torso.
My grandfather was a "fixer" at the Hanes plant in Winston Salem, NC, not in management, nor hobnobbing with the Hanes family. He was a very humble, hardworking and kind man.
He knew he would need some financial assistance in order to get his daughter the medical care and surgery she needed and the thought of having to ask, a task he would find quite difficult, was near stifling.
He approached the owner, Mr. Hanes, to ask for what was needed, with much consternation and pain, willing to repay, in whatever fashion.