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tweedydaddy -> RE: Handouts, Hugs, and A Swift Kick In The Ass (12/6/2008 12:30:02 AM)
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A beggar is the world's way of asking if you still have a heart. I've never said no, let me tell you why; When I was twenty one and really full of myself I was at work in a shop in Liverpool when I heard a commotion by the table where we kept our tea things, it was an old tramp who had been seeing if there was any tea left. I reacted very badly and was throwing the bum out. A hand fastened around my shoulder, and please bear in mind that I was built like a tank, this hand cut off the blood, it belonged to one of the meanest, hardest men I've ever known, a guy I worked with and had a healthy respect for, he practically picked me up by the ears and spoke really quietly. I recall each word, and they still shame me. "This is a hard world Lad, and you may find that things don't always go well for you. One day, you may find yourself on your fucking knees asking some one to help you, - and when you do, I hope you meet a heartless cunt like you." I still turn red when I think about it. There must have been a thousand times since that day, when for one reason or another where I have had reason to hope another man had some good will in him. Cars have broken down, deals have gone wrong, bad luck can happen anywhere. I've never failed to be stunned by how kind people are, and how an arrogant encounter with the lowest of the low made me appreciate it. It's not a myth, it could be some form of psychological projection, but I find that you give it out, - you get it back, in my case a hundred times.
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