My prayers go out to B.J. He's a fine, but misunderstood, young man. He will be in my prayers.
I was coming out of Bo's just the other day loaded down with bags and B.J. said, "Let me help you with those bags, Mr.s Sampson." And I said, "May the Lord bless you B.J." And when he had put the bags carefully on the back seat of my car--a 1976 Buick I bought over in Loris back in the days--I patted him on the head and said, "Thank you, B.J., you're a fine young man."
And now this!
I will check on his condition tomorrow,If my arthritis is not acting up again, and if he's receiving visitors, I will pay him a visit. I'll take a few Hershey bars with me.
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