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And that's the traffic report for this
beautiful Tuesday morning.

You couldn't let me sleep in just one
morning?

You've got to be surprised at me.

matter with you, son.

The luggage suffocated. I need a verb.

Open your luggage compartment.

Satisfied? Yeah, just a second.

Kevin, would you wait just a second,
please? Listen, pal, I've got a busload

folks anxious to get to Dallas. You know
many Texans, you don't want to make a

man. Just ask them to wait a minute.
Just, please, one minute.

Kevin, you in here? Just be a minute.

Look,

Kevin, I know you're in here, so come on
out, huh?

Look out!

Hey!

Crap!

Nice work, MacGyver!

Cool!

What if you knew, beyond a doubt, what
was going to happen tomorrow?

What would you do?

There's no easy answer for a guy who
gets tomorrow's news today.

You like the Cubs, huh?

Me, I like the White Sox.

Of course, the Cubs, they got the better
stadium.

It's really good talking to you, kid.

You're pretty proud of yourself, huh?

What? The hero takes a dumb kid from
suffocating in a football.

I'll give you a medal.

I doubt that'll give me a medal.

Sure, a big medal.

A picture of you in the newspaper.

I'll even get on TV.

Let me ask you something, kid. What's
your problem?

Why are you laughing at me? You know, a
thank you might be nice.

You're staring.

What?

I'm home.

Are you happy now?

Looks ridiculous.

Look, kid, I wasn't staring. Do me a
favor. Next time you want to be a hero,

don't.

So what's up, buddy?

You run away and then I get this call to
come down here? Are you okay?

Fine.

Uh, Miss Miller?

Gary Hobson. I am on the phone.

Did he get hurt?

No, no, he's fine.

Stubborn kid.

Yeah, he's... Miss Miller, it's none of
my business. I... It's leukemia.

They found it about three months ago.

Doctors say he's got a chance with his
new chemotherapy, but Kevin won't take

anymore. I dragged him back to the
hospital this morning to try again. I

my back. He ran away.

I'm sorry.

I don't usually spill my guts to
strangers.

No, no, it's fine. Thanks. Thanks for
calling.

Miss Miller?

If you wanted to, I mean, I could talk
to him.

What makes you think he'd listen to you?

We're going home, Kev.

Oh, Miss Miller!

Hey, yeah, look, I've been thinking.

It's time we start advertising this
place.

Side of the road, billboards, taxi cabs,
you name it. We gotta start doing it.

You know, if we have to, we can take a
girl.

Put her on the L, have her pass out
menus. We'll dress her as the Lucky

guy or something like that.

Reservations are down, expenses are up,
though.

Hey.

I've been having this problem lately.

I keep getting these phone calls from
Cindy Crawford. She's begging me to have

her baby. And I say, Cindy, you're not
my type. You're too big for me. And she

won't listen. She calls me and bothers
me. What do you think?

Turn on the menu.

Yeah. I know we have this arrangement
where I run the place and you're the

silent partner, but you can't be totally
silent. Can you sign this for me?

What is that?

Accounts payable receipt.

What's with you?

Guy saved a kid's life. You'd think he'd
be a little cheerier.

So what's the problem?

I got a picture of a kid here who's got
leukemia. He won't take his

chemotherapy. Without his chemotherapy,
he's got one year to live with doctors.

Well, I think that might be out of your
jurisdiction, Gary. I mean, if he won't

listen to his doctors, then what can he
do?

I mean, she has a cerebral brain tumor
and she still has time to work for

America.

Yeah, she's everywhere.

Jenny Sloan,

Chicago's sweetheart.

Signing up voters and making friends.

Spreading good cheer.

We'll bring you live to the store where
Jenny bought a gown for tonight's

Governor's Ball.

Sure, I gave her the dress for free.

She's only got a few weeks left to live.

See that?

Chicago's got a million sick people.

Howard Banner decides to write one
column about you, suddenly you're a

celebrity. I heard it was a pretty good
column. Oh, yeah, Banner, he's top

notch. He's right up there with Royco.

Guy was nominated for a Pulitzer when he
was 18.

Oh, hey, listen, guys, I got some stuff
to finish up in the office, and then I'm

off to class, so I'll see you later,
okay?

Yeah.

There you go, buddy.

Is that the ball laced with cyanide?
Yeah. Hey, what do you know about her?

Who?

Jenny Sloan.

I don't know. I guess, you know, just
what I read in the columns.

You read it. Don't do that.

You know, don't cry for Jenny Sloan. You
read the column, didn't you? Hell, you

probably read it a day early.

I'm wondering if she can help.

Help with what?

Kevin. Who's Kevin?

The kid from today with leukemia. I'm
wondering if she meets up with this kid

that maybe she can convince him to go
back on his chemotherapy.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's for dinner.

How do you suppose you get in touch with
someone like that?

I don't know. Call Banner.

He's the guy that made her famous. Go to
the newspaper.

Excuse me, Howard Banner?

Please.

All right, tell me what you think.

The gowns were certainly beautiful.

The band was spectacular.

The truth is, it just doesn't matter,
because...

Years from now, the only thing anyone
will remember about this year's

Ball is Jenny Sloan's benevolent
bravery.

So?

How is it you're writing about the
Governor's Ball? It doesn't occur until

tonight. Oh, come on. You think I don't
know what's going to happen? The best

and the brightest are going to outdo
each other, toasting Jenny's benevolent

bravery. Jenny will smile. Tears will
flow. There won't be any surprises.

Maybe you should try a quiet courage.

As opposed to benevolent bravery, quiet
courage.

That's not bad.

What you got for me?

How's that? Your story, your anecdote,
your idea for my column.

Actually, I wanted to meet Jenny Sloan.
Well, who doesn't? Take a number, get in

line.

Well, you see, I know this little boy,
and he's very sick, Kevin.

And he's taking himself off of his
chemotherapy.

See that?

I knew you had a story.

But I thought that if Jenny Sloan could
talk to this boy, that it would... This

boy, how old is he?

He's 11 years old.

Oh, so dumb.

So you can get me in touch with Miss
Sloan? No, I wish I could.

You will not believe how many people
come to me looking for an introduction

Jenny Sloan, and I would love to help
them all, and I know that Jenny would

but the truth of the matter is, the
plate is full.

And you realize she doesn't have much
time left.

How about a phone call?

Jenny asked me not to give out her
number.

During her charity work and her public
appearances, she doesn't have the energy

she used to have.

You understand?

Thank you very much.

This is a bad idea. Hey, look.

It costs 500 bucks to get into this
thing. You got that kind of money

hole in your pocket?

I don't even have pockets. Where did you
get these things anyway?

This guy I know. He made a fortune and
used formal weapons.

John, what did this mean? Will you
relax?

What? The tuck, okay?

Don't worry, I got this thing wired.
Come on.

I invite you to join me in raising your
glass in

honor of a woman whose very name has
become synonymous with all that is

courageous, and good about the human
race.

Jenny Sloan.

Jenny,

I want you to know that...

The inspiration you've given us will
last forever.

Thank you.

I'm not feeling very well. Just tell
them that I'm honored.

Jenny's not feeling up to speaking
tonight.

You understand.

But she did want to thank you all for
coming.

And she says she feels honored.

Well, Jenny, I think I speak for
everyone here when I say you honor us.

Now, please, everybody enjoy your
evening.

Hey, uh, no, no.

Table two, that way.

Oh, I'm sorry. I know it's complicated.
Table two, it comes after table one,

before table three.

You'll catch on.

Okay.

Nice meeting you. Okay, you too.

Keep on smiling, dear. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Oh. My name's Gary Hobson. You don't
know me, but I know a little boy that

use your help.

His name is Kevin Miller.

And I thought that if you just talked to
him that maybe he'd go back on the

chemo. I don't know.

You see, the chemo is his last shot.

Where is he?

At the North Glen Hospital.

I know where that is.

I'll try to find him. Jenny?

Doing all right?

Howard, this is Gary. Hobson, we've met.

Well, what, um... Surprise.

Jenny, you're looking kind of tired.
It's been a long day. We should get you

home.

Well, it was a pleasure to meet you. It
was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you

very much. Okay.

This is hard work.

Well, so what?

Did you tell Banner about our
restaurant? No, I didn't. Garrett, three

people read his column every day. Three
million hungry people. You saw what he

did for that girl.

Think about what he could do for us.

On the count of three, we go.

One.

So what do I do about him?

Who's this?

Oh, that sick kid.

Well, I told this guy I'd go visit the
kid in the hospital. Why did you do

Come on, look at him.

So what am I supposed to do?

Same thing you do with all these
requests. You know the routine.

You send a nice letter, maybe some
flowers, along with your apologies.

not feeling up to it. So I just thought
maybe this one chance... Jenny, come on.

We don't do hospitals, remember?

I'll buy you some dessert.

You'll feel better.

Mom,

can we go already? Just a minute.

I don't think she's coming.

I talked to her. She'll be here.

I don't care who's coming to visit.

They're not sticking any more needles in
me. Thanks for trying.

I want to go home.

Hey, look, Kevin.

Hey, I bet you're Kevin.

Who wants to know?

Hey, you're the lady on TV. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, you can just call me Jenny.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see you.

Well, I thought that you might want to
meet someone who's going through the

thing you are.

Well, I don't.

What'd you tell her about me?

I know that you don't want to take any
more chemotherapy.

What'd you do, take out a billboard? You
don't think this isn't embarrassing

enough without the whole world knowing?

You know what it's like to wake up every
morning sick to your stomach?

Sure, yeah.

I remember there was one really bad
week.

I was so sick.

Coming out of my ears.

Hey, can I see?

Why?

You want to try to make me feel better
about it?

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

You're not going to be one of those
people that tells me I look like Michael

Jordan, are you?

Michael who?

Oh, come on. Let's see.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, you're right. That is. It's
horrible.

What? Oh, your head.

Cover that thing up before we all get
sick.

I'm sorry. I've never seen someone so
bald.

I mean, it's just the glare alone is
enough to blind a person.

Hey, doesn't the airport know about you?
Because they could use your head to

signal incoming jets.

So, you a Cubs fan? Get real.

White socks?

Everybody has.

For the record.

I hate baseball. Oh, basketball.

Football.

Well, I used to like the Cleveland
Browns.

But do you know how hard it is to get
one of those hats?

Is that a challenge?

Hey,

Big Shot.

What are you doing? Working on your
Pulitzer speech?

Hey, give me a break. My column's in. I
just thought you might want to know.

Your friend Jenny Sloan's down at the
hospital entertaining the sick kids.

Don't worry. You can read all about it
in the Trib tomorrow.

I'm coming back tomorrow, but I'm not
really sure I did anything.

Miss Sloan, you know, I don't think you
realize how much good you did in there.

You really think so?

I do, and so does his mother. Jenny,
what's going on?

Howard. Oh, my gosh, do you remember
that sick kid I told you about, the one

the picture? I hear you're in the
hospital. I get worried. Are you all

Yeah, I'm fine, Howard. But listen, this
kid, you should have seen the look on

his face when I was talking to him. I
think I might have convinced him to go

back on his chemo. Uh -huh, that's
wonderful.

I've got a cab waiting downstairs,
Jenny. I think we should get you home

Mr. Hobson.

Dr. Henderson.

Good to meet you, Doc. Jenny, this is
Dr. Henderson. He's the chief of

here at the hospital. Jenny, it's an
honor meeting you. I'm sorry to hear

your illness.

I've been following your case. Howard
Banner.

Nice to meet you, Doctor.

Jenny.

Wait a second. Go ahead.

We run some phase four drug trials here
at the hospital. There's a good chance

you might qualify.

What I'd like to do is set up an
appointment for you. Run some tests.

Thanks, but we're not interested.

Maybe you didn't understand. Please
listen to me, Doctor.

Jenny's suffered enough, all right?

She's been poked and prodded with more
needles than you and I can ever imagine.

So the answer's no.

Maybe you should let Jenny answer for
herself.

Fine.

Jenny.

I'm sorry.

You're dead.

Change your mind.

Feel free to call.

I don't understand.

So are we ready to go?

Um, actually, I'm going to stay here.

Excuse me?

Well, there are some more kids here.

Patience, and I want to talk to them.
Jenny, it's not a good idea.

Please let go.

I'm just thinking about you, Jenny.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Of course not.

That's why you're sitting there in the
dark.

What? What's that?

My way of saying I'm sorry.

I was out of wine earlier.

Open it.

you know what they will look
particularly good with?

Bathing suit.

Well, that's a radical fashion
statement. What am I going to do with a

suit? You'll wear it in Hawaii.

I'm not going to Hawaii.

Sure you are.

First class.

It's one way.

Jenny, it's over.

All righty.

I thought we were just getting started.

I got you a sweep on the water in Maui.
You're going to love it. Howard, what if

I said that I wanted to stay here?

What?

How's that?

I was thinking, you know, maybe I can
really do something here, you know?

Help some people. Come on, kid.

Don't start believing your own press.
I'm flattered. I mean, I wrote those

articles, but... I just thought... Look,
you're supposed to have a terminal

illness. I mean, how long do you plan on
hanging around?

Pretty soon people are gonna know, catch
on to this thing.

That friend of yours, what's his name?
Uh, Hobson? No, he doesn't expect

anything. Not yet.

But if he keeps bringing doctors in to
see you... Now, pack your things.

You gotta check out.

We'll put you in a different hotel,
different name.

Oh, come on, Jenny. You're going to be
all right a couple of weeks in the sun

the beach.

And then what?

Anything you want.

You can see the country.

Settle down anywhere.

Yeah, anywhere but here.

Jenny, we both got what we wanted out of
this.

You got some money in your pocket, I got
my career back.

Oh, did you hear about the award they're
giving me?

Listen, okay, I've never been good at
anything.

But in that hospital today, with that
kid, I mean, this is something that I'm

good at.

Jenny. Listen, I promised that kid that
I would see him tomorrow.

Okay, can't we just keep it going just
another few days? We can't risk it.

been lucky. Do you want to see how
fast...

The entire city can turn against you. If
you stick around long enough for

someone to figure out you're not dying,
it won't be pretty. They'll send you

back to jail, Jenny. You want that?

Hey, listen to me.

I'm only going to say this once.

Jenny Sloan dies tomorrow.

This Wednesday morning, temperatures
rising.

Traffic at a standstill.

All right, don't get your fur in a knot.

Goodbye, Jenny Sloan.

Jenny Sloan committed suicide.

The discovery of a suicide note on the
Randall Street Bridge last night

widespread speculation that Jenny Sloan
gave up her battle with cancer and leapt

toward death.

Are they sure?

It says, please verify the suicide note.
Her handwriting was her signature.

Wow.

Guess she got tired of fighting.

Let's not see you later.

Hey, Gary, where are you going?

The paper says she jumped sometime
around 7. I'm going to find her. But

you do? What are you going to tell her?

I don't know.

No,

you checked out.

You don't by any chance have any idea
where she wanted to go?

No, I have no idea.

Sorry. Thank you.

Banner, I need to talk to you. You
again? Listen, I need to find Jenny.

Come on, why don't you go bother someone
else? Look, this is very important. I'm

sure it is.

Unfortunately, she doesn't leave her
agenda with me, so if you don't mind...

do mind.

She's gonna kill herself.

What? How do you know that?

I just know.

No, uh -uh. Jenny's not the type. Look,
Banner, I don't have time to argue about

this. I've got to find her tonight
before 7 o 'clock. You going to help me

not? 7 o 'clock? What happens at 7?

She's going to jump off the Randolph
Street Bridge.

The Randolph Street Bridge?

Really?

And you just know this?

Listen, trust me. Just for today.
Tomorrow you can go back to being

me. Oh, I trust you. So you can predict
the future. What's not to trust? Banner,

please. I wish I could help you, but I
have no idea where she is. For all I

know, she could be on a plane to Hawaii
right now.

So, Kreskin, tell me this.

Cubs gonna win tonight.

Hey, where you going?

Randolph Street Bridge. I'm gonna try to
stop a girl from killing herself.

Lake Street Bridge.

It changed.

I tried hard to be brave, but please
forgive me.

Too much pain.

Thank you for your love and concern.
Please keep me in your prayers.

Hey, it's pretty poetic for a truth
finder.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Come on.

I was there, Banner. I saw you.

Lake Street Bridge. I saw you take it to
the railing. So you really thought it

was poetic, huh?

Don't ask me how I know this, but I do.

You made the whole thing up, so don't
bother denying it. Hey, you'll have to

show me that crystal ball of yours.

Who is she?

Some girl. I don't even remember her
name. I found her at the bus station.

Look, my editor wanted her face to go
along with the Jenny Sloan story.

I didn't have a heart to tell him that
there was no Jenny Sloan. So you grab

your camera, you go down to the bus
depot, and you start propositioning good

-looking girls. You make it sound so
sleazy. Where is she? I don't know.

Listen, it saved my career.

My stuff wasn't good enough anymore.

You know, they were going to cancel my
column before I wrote that Jenny Sloan

piece. My boss found out what I was
doing. He'd eviscerate me and boil me in

oil. So you lied to him and the rest of
the city? Hey, no harm, no foul.

You're a journalist. You're supposed to
tell the truth, not disgrace it.

All right, you want to know what the
truth is, kid?

The truth is that people are so
desperate for a hero that they'll

anything.

Now, are you going to put this back on
the bridge or am I? No, I don't think

get it. It's over. Oh, really? You're
going to go public?

Blow the lid off the whole big Jenny
Sloan scandal? What if I do? Good luck.

Your word against mine. But don't
forget, I'm an icon, my friend. I am the

of the people.

What do you think about Jenny Sloan's
voice against you, Barrett?

Jenny? Who's Jenny?

She's gone, dead.

Jumped to her death off the Randolph,
you know, excuse me, the Lake Street

Bridge.

There is no Jenny.

Well, that's it.

Every Best Western, every Sheraton,
every Holiday Inn in the city.

Do you want me to check the suburbs?

No.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to go to the hospital. I'm
going to postpone a suicide.

Sooner or later, Banner's going to pull
it off.

I'm going to talk to that kid.

What?

Listen, Kevin.

Sometimes when people think that there's
no hope left...

What are you saying?

Are you trying to upset him? No, I...
Kevin, I'm

just trying to prepare you. For what?

Jenny's not coming back.

What? Why not?

Listen, either you tell me what you know
right now, or I'm getting out of here

and never coming back.

Look, Kevin.

That's it. I'm out of here.

This is a note from Jenny.

Let me see it.

Kevin, I need you to promise me
something, okay?

I need you to promise me you'll go back
on your chemotherapy.

Give me the letter.

Do we have a deal?

Fine.

You wouldn't do this.

How long did you know about this?

I just found out, John.

She really?

I can't believe it.

Listen, Mom, either you call the doctor
right now or I will. I'm done with this

stuff. Kevin, we had a deal.

You don't get it, Jenny Bale. That
doesn't mean you have to.

You've got a real chance here. That's
what Jenny was trying to tell you.

Deal's off.

Look, Kevin.

Get out.

I think you should go now.

Get out.

How much did you hear?

Enough.

You saw what you did to that kid, didn't
you?

Look, I never meant to... So why don't
you go back up there and talk to him?

Or tell him what?

The truth?

No, you can't do that, can you?

Sir, how much did Banner tell you?

Everything except your name.

Well, what did he forget?

I'm Lucy.

Lucy Gimbel.

At least I think I am.

Back home in Washington, I was a booth
and wallet.

Got six months in the slammer, out and
free.

I mean, it was minimum security, more
like a camp, really, but still, it's

you know, and people look at you
differently when you get out.

So I figured it was time for a fresh
start.

Packed a bag, hopped a bus, and here I
am, gainfully employed.

How much did Banner offer you?

A lot.

The money was great, but after a while,
I wasn't doing it for the money.

I like being Jenny's phone.

Everyone wanted to meet her. TV shows
wanted to interview her.

I like the way people looked at me, and
I figured, why not?

No one's getting hurt.

Oh, no, except that little kid up the
hospital.

The kid.

Right, that was your fault. That was my
fault. Yeah, well, if I hadn't listened

to you, if I hadn't let you talk me into
going to visit that kid... Oh, I'm

sorry, my mistake for thinking you're
somewhere you're not.

I'm sorry, that's my fault.

Listen, it's all different now.

Okay, I can't go back there.

I can't face that kid.

So now what?

What do you tell me?

Jenny Sloan, back from the dead. Hey, we
have to talk. About what?

Look, I'm going back home.

Trying to put together a life.

Look, I'll send you the money and the
earrings. Good for you. Which reminds

I need another suicide note.

Howard, I don't want Jenny to commit
suicide.

Sorry, kid. It's the best payoff for the
story. Quick and clean.

Oh, come on. You can't do that. Oh, no?
Who says I can't? You? Hey, you're a

fake, remember?

Do you have any idea the size of this
thing?

Tomorrow at this time, the boats are
going to be dragging the river for your

body. The governor is going to declare a
statewide day of mourning.

It's a perfect finish.

Look, can't we just tell the truth?

Are you kidding?

They'll tear us to pieces.

Not if we do it right. People will
understand.

Oh, you think so?

I guess we don't know the same people.

Besides, what is that kid going to think
if Jenny's a fake? And what about your

probation? If you admit to fraud, you
can wind up back in jail.

Look, Howard, I just... I don't know
what to do, okay?

Okay. Okay, okay.

Let me see what I can come up with.

I'll figure something out and I'll call
you in the morning.

Promise?

I promise.

Chicago sweetheart Jenny Sloan, whose
alleged brain tumor sparked the sympathy

of a city, is a liar and a fraud.

According to allegations presented by
Sun -Times columnist Howard Banner in an

awards luncheon yesterday, she faked her
illness, said Banner, during an

impromptu press conference.

Banner apologized for not being more
diligent about checking out Jenny's

background. I guess I just wanted to
believe in her.

She tricked me with my unintended
assistance. She tricked you, Banner

jenny sloan betrayed a city that opened
its heart to him and all those kids who

are counting on her jenny sloan is
responsible for the death of their

what i think i used to worship that guy
back when he had moral once this hits

the streets this town's gonna lynch
jenny sloan i think that's what he wants

he's protecting his job where are you
going i'm gonna go find howard banner

old one

Jenny? Jenny?

Sorry, no one here by that name.

Lucy, open up the door. It's important.

That's something I think you should see.

What is this? Spanner's column. It comes
out in tomorrow's paper.

Tomorrow's? It's a proof. He usually
writes it a day or two ahead of time.

He's going to say all these things about
me? In a half an hour.

Where?

You got a minute?

Oh, now my day is complete.

I love that.

I thought you were going to call me.

You slipped my mind.

Oh, so you're just going to blame me for
everything?

Jenny, would I do that to you? It's not
going to work, Howard.

It's over.

Well, this is all very dramatic.

What do you expect me to do, guys? Roll
over and say you got me?

Well, the truth is, whatever I go out
there and say it is.

I say Jenny Sloan is a liar.

People believe me.

Now, that's sad. It's not fair. That was
pathetic.

But that's the way it is.

Well, maybe you're right.

Or maybe people will surprise you.

You want to find out?

No.

Look, think about what you're doing.

Don't go out there and destroy Jenny
Sloan for all those people who believed

her. All those kids in the hospital.

Don't worry, kid.

I wrote you a beautiful send -off.

Beautiful send -off? What would that be?
Jenny Sloan betrays Chicago?

How does he keep doing that? Let me ask
you something, man. When did you become

someone else, huh? What?

In the name of truth, a journalist will
tarnish heroes.

He'll destroy myth. That's his job. But
the journalist should never forget that

he's also a human being and therefore
has a responsibility to seek a deeper

truth, which is this.

Sometimes people need myths.

People need heroes.

You recognize those words?

Oh, yeah.

They belong to somebody who had no idea
how the world really works.

And do you know the difference between
this guy and you?

This guy would never let an 11 -year
-old kid die just to save his own tail.

You're Banner.

Do you remember what you told me? You're
the voice of the people.

We'll get you on a bus and get you as
far away from Chicago as we can.

Jenny. I want to hear what he has to
say.

You don't want to hear him.

It's been my experience that everyone
has a story to tell. It's why we are

beings. But very few of us tell stories
the way this man does.

When you read one of his columns, you
glimpse the inside of the human heart.

And it quickly becomes obvious that he
is writing...

not just because he's writing about
people, he's writing because he cares.

it's gifted that he can inspire that in
us. Because of him, many journalists,

myself included, became journalists,
chose this career. The award this year

to Howard Bannon.

I want to thank you for this award.

And I want to tell you why I can't
accept it.

You see, there's a fraud in this room.

And his name is Howard Banner.

earn this award, this award rightfully
belongs to Jenny Sloan, who is quite

simply the most heroic person I have
ever met.

All I did was transcribe her story.

Jenny couldn't be here today.

She called me last night.

Her doctors have told her she has very
little time left.

So she's gone home to spend her last
days with her family.

But she asked me to read you this
statement.

Thank you, people of Chicago, for
lending me your hearts.

You made my life worthwhile.

If you think of me at all, think of me
as a reflection of your own courage and

humanity.

Goodbye for now.

Love, Jenny.

I've been struggling to come up with a
final column for the Jenny Sloan series,

a big ending that would put the whole
thing in perspective.

But there will be no final column.

This morning I realized that Jenny's
story doesn't need a big ending because

Jenny's story doesn't end.

Jenny's memory will live in all the
people she touched during her life. Her

dreams are our dreams.

Her hope is our hope.

And finally, I would like to take this
opportunity to announce my

resignation.

Tomorrow will be my last day with the
paper.

It's funny, I built my career on writing
stories about people who've lost their

way and then found it again.

It's been a long career.

And I have been luckier than most.

But at some point, without even knowing
it, I seem to have lost my way myself.

And I forgot why I ever got into this
racket.

Thank you for reminding me.

It has been an honor to serve you.

It's easy to be cynical, especially
today, when it looks like all our heroes

crooks.

Our role models, broads.

Hello?

Somebody sent you a Cleveland Browns
hat.

May I come in?

Okay.

Every now and then, however, when you
least expect it,

The real thing comes along.

Someone who can find the heart inside
the cynic.

And give those who hold nothing sacred
something to believe in.

Not always easy. Tell them the good from
the bad.

Even if you do get tomorrow's paper
today Why

is why

Sometimes to find the answers you just
have to look in your heart

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