Submitted by Sandra Pipkin
After the death of my son, someone wrote on his online guest book about how he had helped an elderly couple who had lost their home during a hurricane. He helped them gather as many of their belongings as he could from the twisted metal. This person told how they would always remember my son riding his bike down to their trailer for two days and only stopping long enough to have his hand bandaged, and when offered money he turned it down. I am only sorry that I learned this story after he died at the age of 20. I could learn a lot from him.
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