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Rest in peace Anthony Helpingstine. I hope your 19 years were good ones. I can't believe he died yesterday (Monday). My brain is fried from yesterday. He was helping his dad fix a car the phone rings his dad goes to answer it and when he comes back Anthony is dead. That's all I know right now that Anthony died at the age of 19.
I remember training Anthony (Also was known as 212 and 106 but I'll get to that) on his first day on the job at DHL. The very first can we unloaded I had you help me with a hundred pound large metal plate which you almost instantly dropped on to my ankle. I being the patient one that I am sent you to work with someone else.
We all had our Anthony stories to swap. Almost everyday there was a new story of yours to share. You kept DHL exciting.
Remember the time you couldn't remember the term "Deja vu" as anything else than the local "Titty bar"? Remember when you told me you were just a redneck born in raised in the country and I pointed out that you were born in California? "You know what I mean" you said. Remember the time you did so poorly on the airport code test that we started to call you 212 after the number of ones you completed out of 520? Remember when we started calling you 106 after you told everyone your girlfriend dumped you because you have a small dick? Why did you do that anyway?
You were funny although normally it was unintentionally. You were not the brightest but you were the most interesting. You were so different from everyone else and although you took a lot of shit for it you never changed. I'm glad I could call you a friend while you were alive. I wish I still could. -Josh
p.s. Please do not let Monday be an example of the rest of February or I'm not going to make it.
I remember training Anthony (Also was known as 212 and 106 but I'll get to that) on his first day on the job at DHL. The very first can we unloaded I had you help me with a hundred pound large metal plate which you almost instantly dropped on to my ankle. I being the patient one that I am sent you to work with someone else.
We all had our Anthony stories to swap. Almost everyday there was a new story of yours to share. You kept DHL exciting.
Remember the time you couldn't remember the term "Deja vu" as anything else than the local "Titty bar"? Remember when you told me you were just a redneck born in raised in the country and I pointed out that you were born in California? "You know what I mean" you said. Remember the time you did so poorly on the airport code test that we started to call you 212 after the number of ones you completed out of 520? Remember when we started calling you 106 after you told everyone your girlfriend dumped you because you have a small dick? Why did you do that anyway?
You were funny although normally it was unintentionally. You were not the brightest but you were the most interesting. You were so different from everyone else and although you took a lot of shit for it you never changed. I'm glad I could call you a friend while you were alive. I wish I still could. -Josh
p.s. Please do not let Monday be an example of the rest of February or I'm not going to make it.