My Uncle Charlie Hicks is a gumbo lover, so every day for the past ten years he has gone twice a day to the Shrimp Basket on Navy Blvd in Pensacola, FL. One day he stopped showing up. The employees of Shrimp Basket began to grow worried. They had his phone number and found out he was ill and began to deliver the gumbo to his doorstep every day. One day they called him and the call went straight to voicemail. The Shrimp Basket cook, Donell Stallworth, had a bad feeling. He decided to go to my Uncle Charlie's apartment for a welfare check. He knocked several times and was about to walk away when he heard my uncle cry out for help. When he opened the door he saw Uncle Charlie lying on the floor, dehydrated and in a lot of pain. Donell called for help and my uncle's life was saved because of Donell and the employees of Shrimp Basket. I am forever grateful they cared enough to check on their customer. Now my uncle has a long road to recovery. He spent a week in the hospital and is now in rehab. The medical bills are piling up. His only income is his social security check. So I am asking for help on his behalf. Thank you so much for reading this and donating if you can.