Monthly Archives: August 2017

I Love That I Have a Relative Who Cares About Me

When I go to the community center in my town I always stop to look at the plaques on the wall that give honor to the veterans who are well known around town. When my Uncle Horace died, I knew that I wanted to find a place that makes custom Jewish bronze plaques in NJ so that I could put a really nice one on the wall at the community center. I knew that they would pay for one, but I felt that it would be best to donate one to them because of all the activities and other things they offer at a low cost to people in our city.

My uncle and I would often go to the community center on weekends when I was growing up. Sometimes we would go to Simply participate in a chess game or a card game with other people. Other times we would play table tennis or watch a movie with everyone else in the common area. After spending a couple of hours there, he would walk me home and then he would sit for a bit with my parents. These are some of my fondest memories with my uncle. He and I were very close from the time I was a small child all the way up to the point that I became an adult.

At some point, I found a job in another state and needed to move away. I couldn’t see my uncle as much, but we kept in touch often. I always spent time with him when I went back home, too. I credit him with a lot of my good sense, and I think he deserves to be honored as a vet with a plaque. Everyone I know loves him, and I don’t know what I would have done without him.

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DWI Lawyer Leads to Help when Needed Most

An old high school friend and I had recently reconnected on social media and agreed to meet at a bar in our home town for a few drinks and discussion of the good old days. I was shocked to how much Susan had changed and was instantly thinking a bar was the last place Susan should be. She told me not to worry as she had a dwi lawyer in Saratoga NY on speed dial, but was going to be careful because her next offense would mean the loss of her driver’s license.

It seemed the inspirational messages and happy face Susan had portrayed on her social media pages were all just a facade. She had been in an unhappy marriage for many years and with her kids all grown and out of the house, she had turned to drinking. I was happy she felt comfortable enough to confide in me, but terribly sad at hearing how her days were spent. Continue reading

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