Davis Street Hero

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I thought myself to be a super hero of Davis Street. Ah yes, Davis Street; the birth place of the helper. For nearly 25 years 275 Davis Street stood as my headquarters. I can remember that small, white wash, three bedroom one bath house that had so much love and affection that any one person could handle. At the head of it all was who I would consider the glue that held it all together. My grandmother Mable G. James was a caramel colored hero that stood tall at 5’0 nothing with a small frame yet I in my young mind would have sworn she could have taken down a bull cow running at full speed with the tip of her fingers. My grandmother was my first example of being helpful as I witnessed her help those who were in need and do it without a second
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