There is a man who lives down the street named Willy. He is a precious old man who LOVES Sota. Whenever we walk by he has some saved scrap of food to give to her.
3 years ago, Willy had a stroke. He is paralyzed on the right side of his body. Each afternoon he lifts his good hand in a friendly greeting to me. Each day I am inspired and uplifted by his continuous joy.
There are people like Mr. Willy who make me fall in love with this place over and over again!