Jason Zehner
I was living in a small apartment in West Akron when the opportunity to move into a much nicer and bigger apartment in the same complex came available. Even though it was in the middle of winter and the weather was miserable, he heard I needed help and just showed up without ever being asked. And when he saw it was a fourth floor apartment, and there was no elevator, he didn't complain. As usual, he was always thinking of others and not of himself. He cheerfully went up and down a total of eight flights on each trip, over and over.
Years later when I moved out, all my other roommates had left me with the heavy furniture to move on my own, yet he was the only one who showed up to help besides my brother and dad. Up and down, up and down. Over and over.
He told me when he was admitted for treatment that they asked for his medical history. Jeremy was the healthiest, most active guy, and the only injury he said he ever had to have treated was for when he sprained his ankle moving – amongst other things – my solid wood radio console that fall. Yet he still kept going that day, even though he was hurt. That's the kind of guy Jeremy was. He always gave, he never took. And always with a smile on his face. I'll remember that forever.