At his funeral, an unknown homeless man stood up and spoke. “My friend, Dan, was a remarkable man, he said. For over twenty years, he brought me lunch to eat with him in the city park. Never missed a day.”
A surprise for all who knew Dan.
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Dan seemed to have lived an unremarkable life. His obituary read: Dan Jones died at age seventy-five. He was born in Somerset, Pennsylvania, where he lived all his life. An accountant, he’s survived by his wife, Beth, and son, Dan Jr. He cherished his dog, Blue, and enjoyed driving his grey sports car.
At his funeral, an unknown homeless man stood up and spoke. “My friend, Dan, was a remarkable man, he said. For over twenty years, he brought me lunch to eat with him in the city park. Never missed a day.” A surprise for all who knew Dan.
Bobby Warner
12/9/2018 05:29:50 pm
Touching. Liked it! Comments are closed.
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