You have to have made the most generous offer I have ever heard. You see, when you've had stuff happen to you and you lose trust in people and you just go along your merry way, living your life and just being glad to get up in the morning, and then some stranger comes along and offers a helping hand, well all I can say is (and you should have seen Alan's face when I told him). I can only say a resounding Thank You.

I could never accept donations. Maybe it's the italian blood or stupid pride or whatever and actually, I never thought we'd be in this position but we were talking last night about getting an ambulette. I think they run about $80 one way. So we go to the bank, take out the money and he's safe.

We have learned to live frugally and have gotten used to it. It would be nice if instead of giving aid to Africa and Iraq, our government put a little more money in a disability check every month, but hey, we're alive and Alan is doing yoga.

So believe me, when I say thank you, I mean thank you.

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