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My momma and the angel in the wheelchair

When I was about 10 years old, a strange man who could not walk across the street asked my mother to help him off the railroad tracks to a wheelchair across the street near where we were standing. We were in a hurry trying to catch a bus that was already waiting for us. My mother told him she was in a hurry and was much too small to get him across the street safely. After paying the bus fees for her four sons and herself, she started feeling bad and asked, “How was he going to get around after he was across the street?” I told her there was a wheelchair on the other side. She pulled the bus...

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