Apartment #1
Eventually, Giffird came across a small apartment building and began knocking on each individual door. The apartment doors had numbers on them, descending in order with each attempt he made. He arrived at Apartment #1, knocked on the door and waited quite a while. When the door opened, Giffird was greeted by an elderly man in a wheelchair. The man’s eyes were filled with tears as he stared at his visitor. Giffird didn’t know what to say, and all he could think was, “How can I help this old man?”
The elderly gentleman then lifted his arm and pointed behind his wheelchair. “Do you see that door behind me?” Giffird stepped forward and answered, “Yes, sir.” The man said, “That’s your room until you get back on your feet.” They introduced themselves: his newfound friend was Mr. McCumber, and they spent some time that night getting to know one another over cups of coffee.
Eventually, Giffird came across a small apartment building and began knocking on each individual door. The apartment doors had numbers on them, descending in order with each attempt he made. He arrived at Apartment #1, knocked on the door and waited quite a while. When the door opened, Giffird was greeted by an elderly man in a wheelchair. The man’s eyes were filled with tears as he stared at his visitor. Giffird didn’t know what to say, and all he could think was, “How can I help this old man?”
The elderly gentleman then lifted his arm and pointed behind his wheelchair. “Do you see that door behind me?” Giffird stepped forward and answered, “Yes, sir.” The man said, “That’s your room until you get back on your feet.” They introduced themselves: his newfound friend was Mr. McCumber, and they spent some time that night getting to know one another over cups of coffee.