One of my first bosses and my neighbor and my friend is dead and has been for a while. He paid me so well. That was the tip of what was to come. He was a hero for me. And the golden retriever service dogs were angels. Can't believe he went to Africa.

 I had the ultimate first job. So we moved to a much nicer house. My neighbor was reading outside with his dogs. I asked him if I could walk his dogs for money and he said ok.

So that was such a fun time of my life. And I respected my boss because he had a lot of things he'd done. It was cool to hear him say he was going to Germany I think to stay for a little while and I'd take care of things. That cash as a teenager.

I think a riff came up was I had to go to VCU. So we parted ways. But while we were together it'd be a good time like when he told me about the people you meet in heaven book. He always was so generous and kind.

I was walking service dogs and they were teaching me too. I heard service dogs were trained either by prisoners or priests. That was my neighbor and friend. He reminded me of Superman.



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