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The sadness of a sweet old man that my husband & I picked up on the highway on Saturday. I had passed his truck by the side of the highway & knew the nearest gas station was much further than he was going to be able to walk. He is black & I am white. I could feel his initial uneasiness with us. He seemed to relax as we chatted about being married. He has been married to his wife for 52 years! We took him to the gas station, got gas, and drove him back to his truck. By the time we got there, we might not have been friends, but he had a smile on his face and shook our hands.
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