My brother Steve remembers this:
When Donnie was about 4 the string holding his helium balloon at 6 Flags Cincinnati slipped through his fingers. Those with him -- Dana, Danielle, Laverne, and I -- all quickly turned to him to express our sincere sadness for his loss. But Donnie’s pure innocence was seeing things quite differently. His priceless retort while gazing upon the rapidly disappearing balloon as it rose higher and higher into the ever spreading and expansive azure blue heavens pregnant with towering bright and billowing cumulus clouds was, "It's okay, Jesus will like it."
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