Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some shopping done.
I was stressed out & a little irate. It was dark, cold, & wet in the car
Park as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy, I
Noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So mumbling
Under my breath, I retraced my steps to the shopping centre entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a
Quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12
Years old. He was short & thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
Old football shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly
Enough, he was holding a fifty pound note in his hand. Thinking that he had
Gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong.
He told me his sad story.
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers & four
Sisters all of whom also had birthdays imminent just like my little
Boy. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly
Educated & worked two full time jobs. She made very little to support
Her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp & save a hundred
Pounds to buy her children birthday presents. The young boy had been dropped
Off, by his mother, on the way to her second job. He was to use the money
To buy presents for all his siblings & save just enough to take the bus home.
He had not even entered the shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed
One of the fifty pound notes & disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?" I asked.
The boy stared at the pavement & sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up, tears in his eyes & meekly whispered,
"Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry
For help.
So I grabbed his other fifty pound note & legged it back to my car.
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morning by a loud pounding on the door.
The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken
stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a
push. Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3 o'clock in
the morning!" He slams the door and returns to bed. Who was
that?" asked his wife. "Just some drunk guy asking for a
push," he answers. "Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3 o'clock in the morning and it is
pouring out there!"
"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife."Can't you
remember about three months ago when we broke down and
those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and
you should be ashamed of yourself!" The man does as he is
told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. He
calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?" "Yes"
comes back the answer. "Do you still need a push?" calls
out the husband. "Yes, please!" comes the reply from the
dark. "Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing!" replies the drunk.