Dennis

It was the first day that I had attended the church. I walked in and saw all of the people in their Sunday best. The service was great; the preacher even better. During the service there was one man that caught my attention. He was sitting toward the front in blue jeans and a t-shirt. It occurred to me that he was just another person, but I knew instantly that he would become part of my life. As we were leaving he maneuvered his way through the crowd and spoke to us. After that day, we always managed to find time to talk to one another about anything and everything. His favorite topic is music. He is a true "hippie" and one of my best friends. He has helped me grow in my writing, making sure I always have great music to inspire me as I write. Thanks to Dennis, I am able to express myself. The ability of our two generations clashing and becoming friends makes our story special. His interest in me and my writing makes him my hero.





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