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“How did you get around at

home?” he asked.

“A horse or pickup truck, mostly.

Sometimes a tractor, if it entails farm

work.”

“Well, here you walk or take a

bus,” he replied.

My first bus trip across town was

a new experience, and I almost lost

Walt when we had to do a transfer. If

I had, I probably would have never

found my way back to the apartment

and would have learned to sleep on

the streets among the people our

religious work often took us to. But

Walt found me, and I was okay.