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True Story

Postby SC-Pastafarian » Thu Dec 28, 2006 6:36 pm

Several weekends ago, I was rushing around trying to do some shopping. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, unseasonably cold, and wet in the parking lot.

As I was loading my car up, I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall 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 and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred-dollar bill 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 and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full-time jobs, She made very little to support her large family.

Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children some presents (since she didn't manage to get them anything on their birthdays). His mother had dropped off the young boy on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home.

He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and 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 queried.

The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.

.....ok, maybe it wasn't so true... I couldn't help but chuckle though... mostly because the person who sent this to me is absolutely incapable of any such action
In view of the fact that God limited the intelligence of man, it seems unfair that he did not also limit his stupidity.
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Postby MPTrooper » Thu Dec 28, 2006 7:10 pm

Bah he did all wrong. Next time he should drag the kid to some back allay and snap his neck. That way he can't even whisper help.

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Postby Aeger » Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:52 pm

Oh cummon, it was clearly a set up. The kid's a con artist, and he got what was cummin to 'im.

...or his story was true and whoever sent that to you ruined Christmas.

If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I'd ruined Christmas I'd have... 3 dollars.

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