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Saturday, 1 June 2013
Tales From H-Town: Candy's Story
Topic: Personal Stories


TALES FROM H-TOWN: CANDY'S STORY

There was a man that used to walk all around Harvey in the 1980's and 90's. His name was Candy and he used a walking stick: He had some kind of medical condition which made him studder and shake. Considering that he had a medical disability, I was amazed at how many places I saw him around town. It was almost like he was the living version of "Forrest Gump," always turning up somewhere.

I was in my house on Vine looking out the window one... night. I saw Candy walking by, which wasn't unusual. Just as I was about to go back to watching tv, three boys jumped out of the bushes and jumped him! They knocked him down, robbed him, and ran off -- all before I could say "Boo!" I went out onto my porch to see if he was ok, but he'd already gotten his walking stick, and was back on the move. I thought that was a really messed up thing to happen to that man!

I got drunk one night (back when I still drank in 1985), and the next day I was on the bus to TCC (Thornton Community College) to register. I had an ugly hangover! I was completely sick to my stomach! My mother was on the bus too, and she was talking to Candy. We pulled up to the TCC bus stop, and as soon as she tried to introduce me to him -- I Threw Up! Some got on his shoes! The bus hit a bump and it all started draining to the back of the bus. People were raising their feet and trying not to vomit themselves! I said sorry to the bus driver and Candy and got off. Everybody else had to get off too and wait for a clean bus. Never did get to say hello to Candy!

Word is, Candy was killed when he was hit by an 18 wheeler. What a sad end. I can imagine him struggling to cross a street and being hit! Sad.

I couldn't say it at the time, but it was nice to meet you Mr. Candy. Sorry that you had such a struggle in life, but you didn't let your disability keep you from living. May you Rest In Peace (R.I.P).

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted by Steven Whitehurst at 11:02 PM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, 6 September 2016 6:20 PM CDT
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