by Jerry Swertfeger
Summer of '65 Lee, Esther, Jerry and Dale were driving a winding rural road in San Diego County when a staggering man walking along nearly fell in front of our car. My dad pulled over to assist the man . We waited in the car for some time while he made sure the guy was okay. He helped him to the next driveway, apparently his, before returning to the car. Dad simply said he'd been drinking. I was struck by the compassion shown when I expected him to be very critical. Nothing more was said about it. I suppose Dad may previously been the recipient of such a good deed.
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