A Short Story, A Lasting Memory — Tribute to a Friend

I remember the song: Life like a mist appears or just a day and disappears tomorrow. Human lifespan has been cut short. Honestly, ‎I didn’t plan to write this, but here I am because silence can be too heavy sometimes.
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‎A while ago, I introduced a friend to Steemit. He was curious, eager, and full of quiet determination. The kind that doesn’t make noise but moves steadily. He made his introduction post, shared a few thoughts, and then life took a turn.
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‎I remember the day he got his first upvote—he rushed to my shop, phone in hand, eyes wide.
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‎"Waw... I don't make dollars! So this thing dey pay oo!"
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‎He was so excited. Not just because of the money, but because he found something real. After losing money to Ponzi schemes, discovering Steemit felt like a glimmer of hope.
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‎He didn’t have muc —time, strength,or resources—but he had drive. And his grammar? Impeccable. That man was my English teacher without trying. His words were smooth, thoughtful, and clear.
Check out his introduction below 👇

	introduction image of @ohons

https://steemx.org/hive-172186/@ohons/get-to-know-me

His username @ohons
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‎We didn’t see each other often—just a few quiet evenings at his place—but those moments meant something. I didn’t just lose a friend. I lost someone who felt like a father.
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‎This is for him.
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‎A short journey, but one I won’t forget.
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