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Have a Little Faith: A True StoryOne night, after Henry brought him dinner, his father looked at him sadly and rasped, БЂњListen, son, you ever run out of cigarettes, you can have some of mine.БЂ« A few weeks later, he was dead. At the funeral, Henry heard a Baptist preacher say something about the soul and Jesus, but not much got through. He kept thinking his father would come back, just show up at the door one day, singing his favorite songs. Months passed. It didnБЂ™t happen. Finally, having lost his only hero, Henry, the hustlerБЂ™s son, made a decision: from now on, he would take what he wanted. MAY Ritual Spring was nearly over, summer on its way, and the late morning sun burned hot through the kitchen window. It was our third visit. Before we began, the Reb poured me a glass of water. БЂњIce?БЂ« he asked. IБЂ™m okay, I said. БЂњHeБЂ™s okay,БЂ« he sang. БЂњNo iceБЂ¦it would be niceБЂ¦but no iceБЂ¦БЂ« As we walked back to his office, we passed a large photo of him as a younger man, standing on a mountain in bright sunlight. His body was tall and strong, his hair black and combed back-the way I remembered him from childhood. Nice photo, I said ...» |
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