Connies Restaurant



Sandpoint: Friday, May 4th, I was having lunch with a friend. My mother
called, and right away I could tell she'd been crying. She didn't want to
tell me why, but I made her: My boyfriend of 3 years, AKA my other half,
had suddenly died of a heart attack. I was devistated. I ran out of
Connie's, screaming and bawling. Next thing I knew, a big, warm man was
hugging me and telling me it would all be okay. Moments later, as I
collapsed to the sidewalk, a woman ran from across the street held me,
assuring me that Jake had loved me and that I made him so happy. To these
complete strangers who came to my aid on my darkest day I say thank you
thank you thank you. It's people like you that keep my fa ith in human
kindness alive. And thank you, Sandpoint, the town of my alma mater. You
keep the love of small towns alive.

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