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fatherless three year old whose mother was on welfare, and Jerry was the father I never
had. I considered Jerry superman. His vibrant smile and his well built frame epitomized
his larger than life profile, yet his good hearted character and care free attitude towards me
were the things I looked forward to during those troubled years. Even though Jerry took
care of me throughout the early years of my life (age three to nine, the years my mom left
my dad and thus went on welfare), I still remember them as if they were the greatest times
. . .
four years old, with a whole life ahead of him. Jerry brought the car to a screeching halt right next to the man's shelter. Jerry and I went
shopping with the homeless man and even bought him some blankets. Along the way, along a back alley, we saw a homeless man wrapped up in
cardboard. The homeless man
seemed surprised and at first was skeptical of Jerry's offer. Jerry, feeling his work was done with us, left to begin his new life. We returned home
with an extra person to sleep that night. He cared for me like no one else could: teaching me how to read and write; playing
baseball with me; teaching me respect for myself and for other people; putting me back to
sleep when I woke up from a nightmare; he was a great guy. He joined
the peace corps and is still in it doing today what he did with me so many years back:
caring for people desperately in need of care.
At the age of ten, my mother finally managed to find a decent job and later, a
husband.
I can remember a certain instance when I truly became aware of Jerry's kindness. He put his life on hold for me and for that I
owe him the world. But with a little gentle
persuasion, the man got into our car and thanked Jerry for his kindness.
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