Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, June 13, 2013 at 12:59 PM.

One of my childhood friends recently passed away. He spent the last ten years of his life in a wheelchair, as a result of an accident that occurred while helping a friend cut limbs from a tree after a hurricane in Florida.

He was a big man with a big heart.

I was asked to speak at his service and was honored to do so for my friend. Due to the distance, timing and honestly my fear of falling apart, I asked if I could send a video. My friend’s brother understood and told me that would be great.

He wanted me to tell the story of my friend Jerry coming to the rescue when I wet my pants in kindergarten. I did and also said a few more things. What I thought would take 3 to 5 minutes ended up taking more than 10.

My friend’s brother noted that not much more needed to be said after they watched it. It made me happy, but I, like Jerry’s family and friends still felt empty.

There were a couple of stories that I really wanted to tell, but didn’t feel it was right to take any more time on the video.

My friend Jerry and I played baseball together through the years and were on the same team when we were 13 to 15 years old. We got along well, just like we did in kindergarten. It’s nice to have a “big friend.”

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