small acts

‘I’m going to see my friend, Harold.’ A stranger. I look back, and I see our garbage man on his knees next to my father.’: Garbage man comforts old man with Alzheimer’s

“My father saw me crying the night before. I’m typically a very upbeat person but I was having a ‘feel sorry for myself’ moment. As I sat on the porch, I heard the garbage truck in the distance, and my father walking down the driveway. ‘I would like a moment with Harold so we can pray for you.’ Our garbage man, a stranger, was on his knees praying with my father for me as I was ugly crying. This disease can never stop my father’s love.”

‘As a police officer, I always trusted my gut. But this time felt different. My heart was pounding, my thoughts scattering. I knew something was about to happen.’

“I slowed my breathing down and prepared for entry. As I touched the door knob…BAM! I never saw it coming! My vision was gone. I heard several loud bangs. On the radio I could hear, ‘OFFICER DOWN!’ What? ‘Wait a minute. Am I the officer down?!’ The next thing I remember I was in a weird place, swelling and turning blue.”

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