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- I grew up really--
- Really poor.
- My mom and I didn't really have much.
- One year in high school
was particularly hard.
- She was a single mom
and didn't make a lot of money.
- We weren't gonna make much of that Christmas Eve
because there was not much we could do with it.
- We sat down on Christmas Eve.
- To a very simple dinner.
- And we heard a knock at the door.
- It was a pastor from our local church and his family.
- They were holding boxes and boxes of food
that they had brought for us.
- Ham, egg nog, uh, basically everything you need
for a Christmas dinner.
- They heard about our situation through the grapevine
and put together a food drive to give us a better Christmas.
- My mom and I just kinda stood there in disbelief
and cried.
- And we're so shocked we couldn't speak
other than just to say thank you.
- They came in, sat everything down, hugged us and left.
- I'll never forget the moment.
- I'll always remember the moment.
- We close the door.
- And cried.
- And just looked at each other with tears in our eyes,
unable to say anything.
- Sometimes there's good people in this world
and you just don't expect them to come for you.
- And then we went to the kitchen
and started cooking what would be--
- The best Christmas dinner, probably I've ever had.
- It would has to be the best Christmas
I've ever had.
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(air whooshes)
(metal squeaks)