A story that would bring tears to my elderly neighbor’s eyes for the first time in years.
“Mr. Walter, do you understand that you could face a jail sentence?” the judge asked.
Walter stood before him, his trembling hands resting on a wooden cane.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Then perhaps you can tell us why you repeatedly took merchandise without making payment.”
Walter lowered his head.
“I did it, sir. I accept responsibility.”