This kid’s named Andre. He died. My painting teacher’s wife, Beverly Peterson, documented from the first day she met him to the day he died. Farrell, my painting teacher, and his wife Beverly, adopted Andre and became best friends with him. Strength is not the size of your arm or what team you’re on. Strength is watching your best friend die and still waking up every day. This is true friendship.
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Everyone should see this. Makes me thankful for so many things.
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