People love being told what to do almost as much as they love not doing what they’re told.

I’ve never told this story. But I can’t walk in my neighborhood without it coming to mind. About a year ago on a walk I came across man lying face down on the grass between the sidewalk and the street. I stopped and asked him if he’s ok. He tried to raise up a bit and he mumbled and I could see there was blood on his face and hands. He was an older guy. I told him I was going to call 911 and he pleaded with mumbles and body language that he didn’t want me to. He could understand, but he couldn’t speak. I asked him if he had his phone. He pointed to his pocket and I helped him get it out. I asked if there is someone we can call. He nodded and tried to say something. His phone had no lock so I opened it up and showed him his phone and he managed to show me he wanted me to call Big Rob. So we called Big Rob. I asked Big Rob how he knew the man calling him. He laughed and said that’s my dad. I explained to him what was going on and he said that his dad had stroke a few weeks ago and just got back home and that’s why he can’t speak and why he fell. Luckily, Big Rob was close by and he was over in about ten minutes. He was def a big guy. Together we got his dad up and brought him inside the house. Sitting on his couch, you could see the old man was happy to be there. He kept smiling at me and reaching for my hand. I think I shook his hand six times before I left. He passed away in the coming months and sometimes I see Big Rob playing with his son in the front yard of the house he grew up in.

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