Dough Baugh was a double amputee and Bear, his dog, only had three legs after he lost one in an accident.
Doug would ride his scooter with Bear following him. They were going to work.
Yes, Doug had a job. He sat at the caution light and told people when it was OK to pull out. It was a very bad blind spot. I always waved to him to let him know how much I appreciated it and thought, “One of these days, I will stop and tell him.”
I waited too long. Doug passed away. Now when I go through Deerlick, I think of him. He always made me aware of how blessed I was to go anywhere I wanted without giving it a thought. I miss him.
I went to the funeral home and told his family, but it wasn't the same as telling him. If there is anyone out there that you need to say something too, don't be like me and wait until it is too late.
I went to bed that night and I could see Doug “standing” at heaven's door, with beat at his side, motioning people to come on in. It's safe.