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If Life is a Gift …

|  Published: Jul 01, 2009


by “Mad Marty” Wilson Something happened to me in 1983. There’s a friend of mine called Alan Talbot who used to work at a pet food market in Dudley. Alan used to sell pet food, and he was really running bad. His wife had left him. I don’t know why his wife had left him, but he was running really bad because someone else had opened up a massive pet food store at the Merry Hill Center and, of course, it was taking all his trade. He was desperate to get back on his feet and I volunteered to work for him two days a week, Fridays and Saturdays, free of charge. I said, “Just pick me up,” and he used to come for me at a 5:45 a.m. At that time of the morning I would be absolutely dead, but the guy was in trouble, so I gave him ...

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