The good deed that I did that was the most memorable to me was when I volunteered at St. Francis home in Worcester MA. This was part of my 8th grade year at St. Stephens School. During the time I was up there I became very good friends with this old man named Franky. He use to tell me stories of when he was in the war and from his lifetime. He would ask when I was coming back and he would try to call the school. On the last day there. I asked him if he would come to my graduation. The smile on his face said it all. I miss Franky!