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It was true- Willie had his bad points, but deep down inside he was a good guy. I learned a lot from him, most of all how to stick up for myself. I'll never forget the time we needed to use the lone small elevator at school to get upstairs for our next class. It took forever to arrive to the first floor. When the door opened we found out why: the elevator was loaded with able-bodied students.
"What the hell?"Willie bellowed. "Ain't the stairs good enough for y'all? How did you get an elevator key anyway? Maybe me and my friend here should just crawl up the steps on our rear ends while you jackasses ride the damn elevaor all day?"
On and on it went, as the elevator emptied. Silent, red-faced students quickly filed out and dispersed. I wanted to crawl under the nearest rock but Willie was right. And as we rode up together he glanced at me and remarked, "Sometimes you gotta speak up, Smitty. Especially when people just don't give a damn."
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