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Hello Metro readers. It is with a heavy heart that I put together this month's edition of the McCarty Metro and write this final thought as a tribute to Jerry...

I am so lucky to have had a brother and friend like Jerry. I wrote a lot of stuff about Jerry in the McCarty Haunts page, but wanted to add a couple more.

Jerry would drop everything to help anyone out... Especially his brothers. He would fly across the country to be a part of things like Mike's retirement party, my son Brad's wedding on Mackinac Island, the Dan McCarty golf outings (even though he didn't golf), class reunions, to do something with the Cockroaches (our band), visit Mom, or just to hang out for a day or two for no particular reason.

Jerry would always be there with his trademark smile and sincere friendship.

His generosity would know no bounds whether picking up a tab, sending me a Taylor guitar, offering trips to Los Angeles as a prize in our golf outing, or hooking up friends (new and old) who were looking for contacts in show business in California. Jerry would bend over backwards to help anyone. That is what I admired about him.

I would like to share two additional stories of Jer that were not brought up on the Haunts page... First one would be that Jerry and I shared the same sense of humor. About 7 or 8 years ago, the brothers would exchange names for Christmas. I believe we set a $30 limit on presents. Well, Jerry drew my name. A few days before Christmas, a large package was delivered to me from Jerry in California. I opened it up, and there was a $3000 Taylor guitar and case. I was flabbergasted! I immediately got Jerry on the phone to thank him and to tell him he broke the $30 rule. Jerry calmly said it was a gift to him from Taylor Guitars, and he knew I would love it. He then went on to tell me he didn't break the rule, because it only cost him $27.50 to ship it. There was a pause in conversation, then I then told him.. "So, you're telling me you still owe me $2.50? He just laughed.

The second was in Jerry's final days. We arranged to do a video chat with all the brothers in the McCarty Metro Chat room. Jerry attended both, however, he had a difficult time speaking. With that said, the brothers starting talking about fun things they shared with Jerry over the course of his life. Jerry did respond with a few words, however, he laid there and he smiled. That smile was worth a thousand words to me. With that smile, it told me how much Jerry loved us, and how much he loved all the things he shared with us, and that he was at peace.

The final thought I leave you with is a story that I heard, and it made me think of Jerry's compassion, loyalty, friendship, and love of life. I hope you enjoy it.


As a woman walked down the streets one day, she spotted a beggar. The man looked pretty old, unshaven and ill-dressed. Every passerby looked at him with contempt; Not like they had anything against him, but merely because of who he was- a filthy beggar.

But when this particular woman saw him, she was filled with compassion. The beggar was improperly dressed for a weather so cold. He didn't have a warm coat, only a very old and not-so-warm suit. She kindly asked the man “Sir? Are you all right?”

The man looked at the women, who, clearly by her appearance was a demonstration of what people from a wealthy background looked like. The old beggar thought that she, like every other person, was mocking him. “Leave me alone,” he growled. 

The women did not move. Instead, to his surprise, she smiled at him and gently asked if he was hungry. “No, I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”-the beggar replied with a notable sarcasm. The woman’s smile did not fade. She slid her hands under the beggar’s arm and tried to pick him up. “Woman, what do you think you are doing?” the beggar sounded annoyed. “Is there a problem ma’am?” a policeman shouted, walking towards the lady and the beggar. “Not at all officer. I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”-the women replied.

The policeman looked at her with surprise- “that man is old jack and has been here for years. What have you got to do with him anyway?” “I am taking him to a cafeteria to eat something and to get him out of the cold for a while”- The women answered.

“Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.” “It’s a good chance to feed yourself jack. Don’t blow it.”- The officer advised.

After a lot of difficulty, the woman and the officer managed to drag jack into the cafeteria. It was past breakfast and too early for lunch hour of the day. The manager strode towards the table and asked “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked. “Is this man in trouble?” "She brought old Jack in here to be fed,” the policeman answered. “Not in my cafeteria! People like him are bad for business.” the manager angrily retorted. “Now you know why I didn’t want to come in here woman.”- Jack said to the lady-“now let me go. I never wanted to be here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, I reckon you know Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?” “Of course I do, ” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.” “And I guess you make a good amount of money through those meetings.” “Why does it concern you anyway?” “Because I am the CEO of the company” the women replied, showing no sign of pride in her statement. “Oh.”- it was all that the manager managed to say.

She looked at the officer- “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?” 
“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.” “Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?” “Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.” “I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.” the manager immediately replied. “You served him right,” he said.

“Oh, believe me officer, that was not what I intended. I have a reason behind all this.” She stared at Jack intently, and asked “Jack, do you remember me?” Old Jack examined her face- “well you do look familiar.”- He thoughtfully added. “Do you remember a cold and hungry girl who frequently visited this place when you worked here?” the women asked – “she has perhaps grown old hasn’t she?”

The officer looked surprised. He couldn’t imagine this fine looking woman as a poor and hungry woman.

“I had just graduated and had come to the city looking for a job. Didn’t find one for a really long time. I was running out of cash and had been asked to vacate my apartment too. I lived on these streets for days. It was the cold month of February, I still remember. And that’s when I found this place and walked in hoping to find eatable my little budget could afford.” Jack’s face suddenly lit up- “now I remember you. I used to be at the counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.” “I know,” the woman said. “Then you offered me the biggest roast beef sandwich, a cup of coffee, and a table for me to sit and enjoy the meal. I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register”

“So you started your own business?” Old Jack asked.

“No, not exactly. That very afternoon I got a job. I worked my way up. Then, I started my own business.” She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “Please pay a visit to the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now. I am sure there is something in my office for which we can use your help. We can even pay you a certain amount of your salary in advance.”

Fighting back the tears, Jack asked-“How can I ever repay your kindness?” “You don’t have to” the woman answered. “Thank Jesus. He led me to you.” 

“Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said to him as they both walked out the door. “On the contrary, Ms. Eddy, thank you. I saw a miracle today. And of course, thank you for the coffee” She frowned. “I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That’s black.” “I do use cream and more sugar than what is good for my health”- He replied. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Please don’t be. I have a feeling that this coffee is going to taste as sweet as sugar”- He replied with a smile.

As a bonus, I want to share one more video of Jerry playing "I'll Be Home For Christmas". Although Jerry passed just before Christmas this past year, he loved the holiday and spending it with Kathlene, Dana, and Evan. I believe he truly went home for Christmas this past year. I love you Jerry!


Here's to knowing that no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted! ... Cheers to Jerry!





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