At the River

[Anonymous Poster]

I don't know what it is but these people gravitate to me like iron shavings to a magnet. I have street people constantly wanting to tell me what led them to the state they are in. I must have this look about me. He could have approached any number of other people. I have to learn to stop making eye contact.

 

[RichZ]

Yikes, yet another similarity between us!!

When I owned my antique shop, I always had all manner of unusual people come into my shop. Some either they scared the heck out of me, or I befriended them. My wife used to say that I was running a shelter for "abused souls". Now, one of my best friends is a social worker, and you should see the trouble she gets me into with "unusual people". She claims that they're drawn to me, but of course she always sets up the situation. Then my wife will complain, but then she's in the middle of trying to help these people out too.

I think "abused souls" seem to know when they see someone who either may care or that they can take advantage of. I always try to figure out which one I am. /forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif

 

[Anonymous Poster]

I filled in as secretary for the company my husband worked for while the regular took her vacation. The first day a man came to the door. He was wearing one shoe and two socks, an overcoat, a battered hat and smelled strongly of alcohol and urine. I had three dollars in my pocket. I gave it to him. Not because I felt sorry for him, but because I wanted him to leave. I was alone there.

The boss was livid when he found out.

"Now he'll be back everyday!"

I was there four more days and he never came back. I always wonder how people get themselves in such sorry shape. I will help if I can, but usually I want to see some sign of a handicap or some reason other than 'choice' for them being in that state. Although I do realize that some handicaps are not readily/physically apparent.