RE: Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...
December 30, 2017 at 9:54 am
(This post was last modified: December 30, 2017 at 9:55 am by vorlon13.)
CIJS,
I don't get panhandled very often. So, you had that working in your favor. I saw you come into the vestibule. Yeah, you're good looking, and your parka couldn't hide it. I also noted your unusual means of travel, too. I knew something was up.
You asked to borrow $5. I said "no" but you can have $5. I wanted to write my phone number on the bill but decided not too. I had a fiver in my pocket for the valet (didn't use that service that occasion) so he didn't see where or what was in my wallet. Yeah, 30 years of 12 Stepping and I know I'm essentially in a meeting situation.
I wonder if you could possibly admit any problem, or any combination of problems that would surprise me?
I decide "No, not a chance."
We share small talk for maybe 10 minutes. He is handsome, as he thaws the parka loosens, scarf unwinds, yeppers, he's a looker.
Anyhow, soon enough a bare wisp of a woman comes out of the hospital and into the vestibule and they embrace. He looks 25-30, I'm sure she's similar in age but looks almost 40. She's had a hard life. I've seen variations on her life for 30 years. And he's catching up too though. Soon enough she asks why I'm there and I say a follow up. She shares her mom is there for lymphoma and isn't doing well at all.
Suddenly I realize from how he described his situation and her comments the young couple lives with her mom, but she's in a senior housing project and when she's not there to buzz them in, they are homeless. She is getting by with the help of hospital staff, essentially living at the hospital, but apparently boyfriend isn't allowed inside the hospital proper anymore at all.
Tough jam to be in, especially in this cold snap.
I gather he is lodged in a detached garage at a relatives house. He rides a bike to get around. They are bound together in this mess, but I don't see how they get out of this jam, especially if her mom dies.
Anyhow, they excused themselves outside. I figured for a ciggy break and I was right, and they shared a single one. My ride arrived soon enough, and as I left, I gave them a McDonalds gift card. There is one just a couple blocks away if they want. I got repeated Merry Christmases !
I'm saying the Serenity Prayer (my version) on their behalf as I leave.
I can't go to 12 Stepper meetings for a while, and one found me . . .
I don't get panhandled very often. So, you had that working in your favor. I saw you come into the vestibule. Yeah, you're good looking, and your parka couldn't hide it. I also noted your unusual means of travel, too. I knew something was up.
You asked to borrow $5. I said "no" but you can have $5. I wanted to write my phone number on the bill but decided not too. I had a fiver in my pocket for the valet (didn't use that service that occasion) so he didn't see where or what was in my wallet. Yeah, 30 years of 12 Stepping and I know I'm essentially in a meeting situation.
I wonder if you could possibly admit any problem, or any combination of problems that would surprise me?
I decide "No, not a chance."
We share small talk for maybe 10 minutes. He is handsome, as he thaws the parka loosens, scarf unwinds, yeppers, he's a looker.
Anyhow, soon enough a bare wisp of a woman comes out of the hospital and into the vestibule and they embrace. He looks 25-30, I'm sure she's similar in age but looks almost 40. She's had a hard life. I've seen variations on her life for 30 years. And he's catching up too though. Soon enough she asks why I'm there and I say a follow up. She shares her mom is there for lymphoma and isn't doing well at all.
Suddenly I realize from how he described his situation and her comments the young couple lives with her mom, but she's in a senior housing project and when she's not there to buzz them in, they are homeless. She is getting by with the help of hospital staff, essentially living at the hospital, but apparently boyfriend isn't allowed inside the hospital proper anymore at all.
Tough jam to be in, especially in this cold snap.
I gather he is lodged in a detached garage at a relatives house. He rides a bike to get around. They are bound together in this mess, but I don't see how they get out of this jam, especially if her mom dies.
Anyhow, they excused themselves outside. I figured for a ciggy break and I was right, and they shared a single one. My ride arrived soon enough, and as I left, I gave them a McDonalds gift card. There is one just a couple blocks away if they want. I got repeated Merry Christmases !
I'm saying the Serenity Prayer (my version) on their behalf as I leave.
I can't go to 12 Stepper meetings for a while, and one found me . . .
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