Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Long ago and far away

In the 1960s, Sam Andrew was incredibly kind to me. I was a heroin addict at the time and, trust me on this, I didn't deserve anyone's kindness. But that didn't stop him. It was just his nature.

Once, after giving me everything I needed to survive -- despite the fact that I hadn't asked for a thing -- he took his shirt off and traded it for mine. It was as if he was saying "what I have is yours". It was just his nature to do things like this. 

I've thought of Sam many times since then, and I was sad when I learned of his death.

Sam Andrew, you were a good, good man.