I was blessed to go to high school with Frank Swanson. He was my saving grace in algebra (a class we took together, although he would graduate that year, and I was a sophomore), without his patient instructions I would have failed for sure. He was the manager of the football team, a sport he was gifted in, but had to give up due to an accident his 8th grade year. Frank fell from a wood truck and landed on the concrete highway, with a fractured skull. He was in a coma for six weeks, and was not given much of a chance to survive. Survive he did, and thank goodness for that.
I have rarely had the pleasure of knowing someone with the amount of integrity, kindness, humor and joy that Frank has. I figure he wouldn't speak ill of the devil - he'd just say that the fellow was misunderstood and needed a hug. Frank spends tons of his own money each year on clothes for kids, on teddy bears for little ones he sees in distress, for paying for groceries for people who came through his checkout line at my hometown Walmart, when they were a little short. There are probably a million things like that he does and we don't know about, because Frank doesn't announce the kindnesses, they must be witnessed and reported.
I visit home often to see my Mom, to spend time with her and my friends, and to make my faithful pilgrimage to Walmart for a Frank hug. That has ended, because Frank was fired recently. I won't expound on the firing, I will just say my business and hugs will be going to a different store from now on.
Here is a news report of the event. Can we send it viral? I think we can. #hugsforfrank #teamfrank #westplainsmo