After a nasty slip/ fall at work, I was at home recovering from lower back strain. The meniscus in my left knee popped. I've never experienced such pain!!
Even though he had just finished a 13 hour night shift and had been awake for over 24 hours, my man rushed over, carried/dragged my 6-1 240 pound quivering carcass down the stairs, out of my house and to the hospital.
He sat & waited on me, brought me to my Mother's ground level house for recovery, sat down, sipped tea and made small talk with my mother, meeting her for the first time, while I moaned & groaned on the sofa next to him.
He made the 30 mile round trip every day for 3 weeks to check on me and comfort me, making more polite chit chat talk with my mother.
Almost 5 years later we are still close friends and occassional bed buddies.
He ain't perfect....but (so far) he's still a "keeper".