Every week we would receive a few cut-out albums,
the ones with the notched corner and stickers saying
they were not for sale, were for demonstration purposes only,
the record companies wanting the store to play these to jack-up sales.
Every week she would come into the store, hobbling on crutches,
and I would give her the choice of any of those demo albums.
People with disabilities ask that you do not feel sorry for them.
I gave her the free records, trying my best to honor that request.
Such a heartwarming and inspiring story of kindness and compassion towards people with disabilities. Keep it up!
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Mahalo, Bruce. I actually ended up, the last 24 years before I retired, working as a college counselor serving students with disabilities. I worked at that record store in Madison WI when I was much younger. I often wonder about how she’s doing.