“It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.”
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm, as you get older, remember you have another hand: The first is to help yourself, the second is to help others.”
“If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.”
“My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed." He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.”
“Ricorda, se hai bisogno di una mano la troverai alla fine del tuo braccio.Remember, if you need a hand you'll find it at the end of your arm.”
“Happy birthday, my son. If only I could've helped you.”