Monday, March 3, 2008
Long ago in No. Plfd., a man on his bicycle would ride past the house of a young girl on his way home from work. When she was outside, the man always had a big smile and a cheerful hello for her. His kindness had a lasting impression on that girl. I was the little girl and the man on the bicyle was Mr. Importico. Thank you Mr. Importico for taking the time to be kind to someone who has never forgotten.
To the Importico family, my thoughts and prayers are with you. May you find peace in this time of mourning because other people were blessed to have had the privilege of knowing him.
