Nice to know that you were appreciated and loved "before" you die.

In a small town east of Portland, Oregon, there is a man who has
spent his entire life helping his neighbors. Now in his time of need,
they are giving back. CBS News correspondent Steve Hartman found this
story on the road in Corbett, Oregon. On a high ridge
above the Columbia River, just down from heaven, you'll find an angel on
a front end loader. Woody Davis is kind of a
jack-of-all-trades. And although he's never made much money at it, by
all accounts, he has earned his wings. Here are some of
what the people in town have said of him: "He's the
epitome of something dear." "You have to chase him down
to pay him sometimes." "He's uncommon, he's special, he's
a gift that this community has had all these years." Which
is why folks here in Corbett, Oregon are now going out of their way to
thank Woody for the thousands of good deeds he's done for them over the
last 50 years. Recently, they all got together to cut
and stack his firewood for winter. A couple guys fixed-up his old
pick-up. Someone even built him a beautiful wood box and invited the
whole town to sign it. "Did you know how much the
community cared for him?" Steve asked Woody's son Clint. "Not
to the degree I do now," he said. Clint said all the
work his dad did for people has been repaid ten-fold. "Bill Gates could
not come to Corbett and buy this. You can't buy the love that people
have poured out for dad." Their words and deeds are
sincere and lasting. Unfortunately, the box is pine -- and the outlook
isn't good. A few months ago, Woody was diagnosed with
ALS -- Lou Gehrig's disease. Doctors tell him he has about six months.
The disease, which attacks the nervous system, is already making it hard
for him to lift or even talk. But his attitude remains unaffected.
"What do you think of what everybody's been doing for you?" Steve
asked Woody. "I can't believe it," he said.


"You can't believe it?"

"I feel blessed that I'm
dying slowly." Steve really didn't think he heard him
right. "Wait, did you just say you feel blessed that you're dying
slowly?" Because people have a chance to express to me
how they feel, he said. In most communities, death is
whispered and praise is saved for the eulogy. But Woody Davis and the
people of Corbett, Oregon show us why that may be too late. Turns out
even angels like to know they've made a difference.