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It was Christmas, and he was alone.
His name was Edmond. While he studied for a medical degree at the University of Kentucky, living by himself in a tiny apartment, his family — a wife and two small kids — remained at his home in Africa.
Edmond struggled with his English, botching several words and phrases, but what he lacked in “Americanized” speaking skills, he made up with is smile and laughter.
I worked with Edmond at the shipping warehouse for Gall’s Inc., a Lexington-based company, in the winter of 1998. Gall’s was, to be perfectly honest, a miserable place. Dry, hot air suffocated the workers, causing many long nights of frustration and fighting. But for some reason, this group took to Edmond, joking with him about his lack of knowledge on basketball and teasing him about girls. For the most part of that season, we all enjoyed his company and hoped to make him feel a little like he had some family in Kentucky.