There has been a murder. Last night someone’s house got robbed. There was another case of human trafficking. Politicians are going after each other and the President of the United States is under attack.
Well, really, we are all under attack.
This is a mean ol’ world we are living in, a place where violent crimes are commonplace and one where we almost expect there to be another active shooter somewhere everyday. We are become desensitized to it all, I think. All of it can be quite overwhelming.
That is why when we hear of acts of random kindness or people going above and beyond, it warms our hearts. Things that days ago were once considered normal life are now kinda rare.
To me, they are important. They show us that good people still exist and the world is not void of kindness. When I hear about them I like to share.
For example, there was a massive effort over the last week to help a family. Their need was not ordinary. They didn’t need money, or a job, or a ride to Dallas. All they needed was, their dog.
You can read about that story and how it unfolded on Page 1 of this issue. It is one of those stories that shows that there are still people out there willing to make the world a better place.
Then there are stories that can’t be told when they first happen. They can only be told after the hero of the story has left us.
Such is the case of my story about Chilli Childers.
Chilli was my buddy almost from day one here at the Tribune. It didn’t take me long to learn that he might not be well liked by everybody around, and he might have been a little rough around the edges sometimes, but we were instant friends. He did things for me, and I did things for him, because that is what friends do.
Well, here is the story of how Chilli likely saved my life, and quite possibly the life of my family.
