Sadly, Operation Nightwatch lost a true friend with the death this week of Herchel Whetsel.
He came for help about 1995, and never gave up despite loads of physical challenges.
He was a worker, putting in 8 hours a day as a volunteer, passing out numbers so homeless guys wouldn't have to stand in line; sweeping and mopping the floors, cleaning up the neighborhood.
We got him off the street for good, and he moved into our apartment building in 1999.
He never lost his sense of humor, even when the genetic disease made life difficult. "Need anything?" we would ask when heading out the door. "Million dollars," came Herchel's response.
At the end, he was comfortable, sleeping soundly, not moving at all. He is at peace, and we will all miss him.
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