Greg 03
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This is an old story and the deed has long been done. I sent him some cash and had no qualms doing it... I'm as much of a doubting thomas as the rest and yes he probably should have planned better. I catch myself occasionally giving in to people like this although I generally have the attitude my money stays in my wallet.
Years ago I was approached by an older gentleman in a greyhound bus stop in the middle of who the hell knows where, late at night, early morning?... He was broke and hungry. I would have normally given him the brush off but I paid for his dinner and we chatted while we ate a gut buster greasy cheeseburger across the street. He was very appreciative of the meal and mainly just kept asking questions about me. I was traveling in my dress greens but don't remember what rank I was at the time. Crawled back on the bus and I crashed out. When I woke up there was a notebook sitting on the seat next to me and it was full of sketches and a note... turns out the guy had been a Vietnam war illustrator. While I was sleeping he stayed up and filled the notebook of his version of my life as i had told it to him... Pics of an old man and a kid fishing, which was the part of I had told him about my Granddad, pics of the same pair hunting squirrels, pics of a young kid going thru jump school, etc etc. Not sure how much it cost me to feed him but that notebook is priceless to me.
Sometimes ya just don't know folks...
Years ago I was approached by an older gentleman in a greyhound bus stop in the middle of who the hell knows where, late at night, early morning?... He was broke and hungry. I would have normally given him the brush off but I paid for his dinner and we chatted while we ate a gut buster greasy cheeseburger across the street. He was very appreciative of the meal and mainly just kept asking questions about me. I was traveling in my dress greens but don't remember what rank I was at the time. Crawled back on the bus and I crashed out. When I woke up there was a notebook sitting on the seat next to me and it was full of sketches and a note... turns out the guy had been a Vietnam war illustrator. While I was sleeping he stayed up and filled the notebook of his version of my life as i had told it to him... Pics of an old man and a kid fishing, which was the part of I had told him about my Granddad, pics of the same pair hunting squirrels, pics of a young kid going thru jump school, etc etc. Not sure how much it cost me to feed him but that notebook is priceless to me.
Sometimes ya just don't know folks...