original post: 2009/3/8 Fulkerson’s inspiring encounter with a spindly and physically weak lad carrying a baby and staggering towards a neighboring park. “Pretty big load for such a small kid” I said as I met him. “Why, mister,” he smiled, “He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother.”
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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother..
Posted in mind, tagged Hollies, Lyrics on April 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »