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Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:38 pm
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Sajehar » Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:38 pm
It's called divide and conquer, Silverday, and they're doing a damn good job of it.
But I refuse to be divided.
Today I had to do my last Xmas shopping in Liverpool; stuff I couldn't get locally. On my way back to Central Station, I passed a young bloke sitting in the old, closed Lewis's in a thinnish sleeping bag.
I back-tracked and gave him my last £8.30p to help get a night in the WMCA or similar. Was he a scam merchant? I don't know, and I don't care.
If he was, serves me right for being such a mug. And once I've parted with money, it's up to them what they do with it. If they want to spend it on drugs or drink, rather than food or a night in a shelter, that's their choice, not mine. Nobody tells me how to spend my money, why should I do otherwise? Maybe they need that drink, or whatever, more than a warm night? Who am I too judge? But for the grace of God and all that. I am the Salvation Army's worst night-mere! And I intend to carry on being so, despite having nothing but TOTAL RESPECT for them (they helped my bro during first Gulf War... many thanks.)
My story has a happy ending, for me; don't know about him.
I entered Central Station, and I'd missed my train by 1 minute. NOW I had to wait half an hour (Sunday time table.)
Decided to get a coffee, only I couldn't as I'd given all my spare money to beggar. I was spitting tacks, practically jumping up and down with frustration.
Some guy asked me why I was so mad; he bought me a coffee!!!
All was then right with the world.
Thank you, Mister, for cappuccino; best Xmas pressie I've had so far. XXXX (for cappuccino man.)