Helping out when you can

I believe we are our brother's keeper in a myriad of manners and methods but maybe this is mean-spirited for Thomas Lake to write the following and for it to be re-posted here but that's for you to decide:

Dear Michael Jordan,

I heard Pop Herring was in jail so I drove up to see him the other night. You remember Pop, your basketball coach at Laney High in Wilmington, N.C. The man who opened the gym at 6 a.m. so you could work on that jumper. The man who let you borrow his car and had you over to his house and treated you like a son. The man who put you on jayvee in your sophomore year. Didn't cut you, as you always said after that, although at the time it probably felt like a cut. I guess it still does, or did in 2009, when you were inducted into the Hall of Fame, and you addressed Pop directly without actually using his name and said, regarding his failure to put you on varsity, "I wanted to make sure you understood: You made a mistake, dude.

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Tommy Craggs counters, albeit a bit weak.

Some people don't forget, some don't forgive, some double down.