Just down the street from me is a young man named Zamire Wilson. I’ve seen him on a few occasions as he walked by and we exchanged a simple, “Hello” as he continued on to wherever he was headed.
After one of our big storms this past winter, I ran into him helping his mother clear snow from the family vehicle. That got their picture added to the picture gallery I created in a post I made at the time of people digging out from that snowstorm.
He is a big kid, but you know instantly he is a gentle giant. He’s well mannered and soft spoken. Some of the students I drive each year have the same demeanor.
Zamire rang my doorbell yesterday. Continue reading