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Last Updated on May 4, 2022 by Roff Graves

A moment for me to remember—-Late this afternoon I took my grandson Robby, age 17 to the “Taco Truck”. As we ordered we were joined by a very unkempt homeless man “Tennessee”. Waiting for our food, a young boy about 12 came to the edge of our table and counted out his money. العاب بلاك جاك A dime rolled off and onto the ground. لعبة الدومينو المصريه اون لاين I offered to replace it but he found it. He sit down with us. He ordered a Vegetarian Taco. One thing led to another and I bought him a Coke. نادي مان سيتي He told us he was Muslim. Tennessee stated, “God loves the Blacks. Whites, Muslims, and even me (homeless)”.
Tennessee left first, then my grandson left to get the car. The Muslim boy held out his hand and said, “May I have your name, sir?” I told him my name and the told me his was “Raymond (perhaps Ramon).  We told each other goodbye and I knew it was a very special moment! I will always cherish it!–olRoff

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