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He may have been homeless, but he never begged. I watched him almost every day walking, sitting, moving along Market Street or Gordon Road. One Thanksgiving Day as my husband and I returned from his parents' home and a HUGE lunch we passed him sitting at Eckerd under the awning. As soon as we reached our home I ran into the kitchen and started plating some of the delicious leftovers for a dinner for the 'ole man. "He won't take it", my husband told me. Determined to make his day with this wonderful food, I drove back up to Eckerd and offered him my Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixings. "No thanks", he told me. I said, "Are you sure" to which he replied, "Yep, but you can leave that piece of carrot cake" I will never forget this man. May he rest in peace and quiet, coolness and warmth, finally.
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