Charlie offered my son and my students a taste of what I had growing up. I would ride up to the hardware store with my Grandad and sit around a wood burning cast iron stove and just soak up the stories and things I would hear. That is one thing that got me started as a writer, recording those stories.
When he would come to the class he would start talking about when he was younger and how his Grandma would send him out to either get eggs for breakfast or a chicken for Sunday dinner if someone important was stopping by.
He tried to impress on them how each little bird had feelings, and they could be scared or hurt just like a child or adult could. He made a big difference in the lives of these kids who were raised to think cock-fighting was ok and normal and that the birds did it naturally. He was driving force behind getting that out-lawed here.
Steven will be a pall bearer for the first time tomorrow. I'm not real sure how I feel about that, he's only 16, but Charlie had asked him to do it a few weeks ago when they found his cancer. I don't think he knew it would be so soon.