A few days ago, the Peninsula lost an American dreamer - Mr. Gus Roberts. I know him from a couple of years back from different senior, church and musical events. I met him again when I started to work with one of the residents in his RV park and apartments. I realized I had met a man from the past - a unique man. I saw him standing tall with his white cane, walking on his property, talking to people about God or about school, and I knew he had been helping the neediest people financially or giving them good advice.

He had a big heart for kids. I can visualize him on a summer day, sitting outside of his house by a wooden table fixing blueberries with milk and sugar for the neighbor's kids. The Hispanic kids asked him to explain some words to them. He was good with explaining English because he and his wife (whom he lost a few years ago) had been teaching English, music, and hygiene in Ethiopia and also telling those people about Jesus on their private time and from their own pocket.

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