Some of my father's friends in the neighborhood he knew since he was a baby. All were Italian. So they grew up as if they were cousins or brothers as the families were close. Many years later one of them became the town fire chief. When my Grandpa got sick with cancer and needed to go get chemo my father's friend would send two firemen over to physically pick up my Grandpa to bring him down the stairs to the car and when he got home from chemo they'd bring him back up the stairs. Like they say, it was done out of respect.

I always love that story. Friends from cradle to grave.