Keith’s kindness was legendary. It radiated from him, whether he was hooking up talented young skaters with shirts and gear, or hiring my 16 year-old, utterly-sneaker-illiterate sister to work in the Sutter store (and never getting mad when she updated her LiveJournal on the clock, or repeatedly broke the cash register).
In Keith’s mind, there was room at the table for everyone. It wasn’t enough that he succeeded; he wanted others to triumph, too. It was a rare attitude then. It’s rarer now.
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