I have plenty... My friend Will is one. When my dad was really sick and in the hospital my brother called me from Southern California to let us know he might not live long. I didn't have a license at the time,nor a job (was starting one in 2 days) so I was kind of stuck. My friend was there with me. He told me to grap a jacket...and a sleeping bag. This was at 8am onthe 14th of Sept..he had to be to work the next moring at 3am...He didn't hesitate for two seconds...We drove to his house..he grabbed his bag...and we made a normal 7 hour trip in 4 1/2. I got to the hospital and was able to have a few hours with my father. it was difficult leaving him when visiting hours were up. That night we had dinner at my brother's house, took a nap..and zipped back home...he went straight to work..He didn't complain at all after that about being tired. Two days later my brother called and said dad passed....I have always been eternally greatful for this gesture of friendship.
Will is my hero
