We had something happen to us today that we haven't
experienced in a long time. We were approached in a dark area of someone asking
for money. We were in a dark parking lot
of a medical facility. the parking area
is under the building , and no one was around.
A young lady walked up to us and told us a sad story about just
discovering she lost her debit cart and she was now penniless.
She and her daughter had to get home to
McDonough but her boyfriend was working
in Ellijay. I think she could go on and on if she had to be more
convincing. From our hearts we gave her
money. We felt, you never know, maybe
she really telling the truth. I was feeling for her and at the same moment
preparing myself in case she pulled out a gun.
When we gave her the money she thanked us and said with this she had
enough money to buy gas to get back home.
I didn't see her daughter, I
suppose she was sitting in a car. After
she thanked us and told us now she had enough money, as we were getting in our
car we saw her approach a woman getting in her car. Apparently, she had second thoughts about
that being enough money. But, I feel we
helped someone in need, and hopefully we will never find ourselves in the same
situation as the young lady.
Vagabond Another Time:
Vagabond Another Time:
The last time, before
today, someone approached me for money
was about a dozen or so years ago. Then,
many times on Sunday mornings I drove to downtown Marietta, parked my car in
front of the Cobb County Government buildings on East Park Square and run. I would run all around the area, maybe one or
two miles in all four directions. I was
in my hometown innards, where I had freedom like a free-range chicken since I was
about 5 years old. I was in my comfort
zone. Once when I returned to my car a
heavy set man approached me and wanted
to know if I had a dollar or two so he could eat some breakfast, he just hitchhiked
in from Cartersville, Georgia. I flatly
told him no and got into my car and drove away.
I was not afraid, it was out in the open.
About two weeks later, again, I was downtown running, and
when I returned to the car the same heavy set man approached me and told me the
same story about just coming into town form
Cartersville, Georgia, and needed a couple of bucks for breakfast. I told him that is what he said two weeks ago. It took him off guard and he was cursing me
when I got in my car.
And it wasn't even Ground
Hog Day.
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