The residents in The Farm, a community off Carolina Forest Boulevard, showed me how much compassion they have for others.
The engine in my car blew, and I just made it onto the grass entrance of The Farm. Hood up,smoke still billowing, I was offered jumper cables, asked if I needed a phone, and given the ZIP code for road service.
Of the next 13 cars, 11 were driven by young adults, teenagers up through their mid-twenties. Each one asked if they could do or get anything for me. One young man offered to drive me home, 10 miles down the road. I was so glad to see our youth in action, and proud I am not someone who dumps all over them. For you who do, wake up and give our youth a chance.
Finally, I got only one name from everyone, and it was Charles Ferrante, who, looking at this old guy, gave me a well needed bottle of Gatorade. After almost two hours, the tow truck arrived. I told him about the youth, and he too was excited to hear good news.
Residents of The Farm -- be proud of your youthful neighbors.