My granddaughter moved to a new apartment and gave me her address. I had trouble finding it, and after driving a while, I stopped at a gas station and asked a young chap if he could direct me to this address.
He didn’t think there was a street by this name. After a number of phone calls on his cellphone, he got the right street. It was Strauss not Stuart and insisted that I follow him to the apartment.
A real guardian angel, his name is Lee and he would not accept anything.
Thank you, Lee, for being such a wonderful gentleman.
— Vickie Kreger