Saturday, February 12, 2011
I remember Leo from my childhood. He lived in our neighborhood, and he rode his bicycle by our house, and would stop and talk to us. One time when my bicycle had a mechanical problem he promised to come back in 2 days and fix it, and he did. We also attended the same church. After the Sunday morning service, all people in the younger classes recited a memory verse. Leo always said "Jesus wept."
