I just had to share this with you. Mods, please modify as appropriate.
I was having a roll-up ciggie before my hair appointment when a chap about 45 years old politely asked me for a light. I was very wary but gave him my lighter. He seemed very upset and said he'd just picked part of a cig from the pavement. Then he told me a tale that I'll never forget. For about 2 weeks he'd been sleeping rough near the train station because he was homeless. Ok. A month ago his wife who he'd been with for over 35 years and had bipolar disorder asked him to mow the lawn which he did. When he went inside she had taken an overdose and had died. Then the council threw him out of their home because he wasn't on the tenant register. Ok, but this gets worse. He was an ex-army veteran who served in Iraq for 8 years. One day his pal was badly hit by a sniper and fell on a grenade. Yes - imagine the rest which I won't go into. He also got wounded by it and I could see the scar on his forehead. He later had to leave the army to look after his wife who he dearly loved. Then he then showed me a leaflet about helping war veterans. During this time he was starting to cry. When I gave him a ciggie he said you don't have to do that, so I said I know that but I want to. Then he said he'd asked the train station café staff if he could have a free cup of tea and they said no. The only clothes he had was what he was wearing which were given to him by someone. He felt guilty for not realising what his wife was going to do, for surviving when his pal died, for being homeless, and for crying in front of a stranger. I gave him two pound coins (all I had in cash) and told him to get a hot drink, then pointed my finger at him and said you get in touch with the people on that leaflet! I then thanked him for what he'd done for our country and gave him a big hug. Then he saluted me, gripped my hand warmly and said a heartfelt thanks. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN???
I was having a roll-up ciggie before my hair appointment when a chap about 45 years old politely asked me for a light. I was very wary but gave him my lighter. He seemed very upset and said he'd just picked part of a cig from the pavement. Then he told me a tale that I'll never forget. For about 2 weeks he'd been sleeping rough near the train station because he was homeless. Ok. A month ago his wife who he'd been with for over 35 years and had bipolar disorder asked him to mow the lawn which he did. When he went inside she had taken an overdose and had died. Then the council threw him out of their home because he wasn't on the tenant register. Ok, but this gets worse. He was an ex-army veteran who served in Iraq for 8 years. One day his pal was badly hit by a sniper and fell on a grenade. Yes - imagine the rest which I won't go into. He also got wounded by it and I could see the scar on his forehead. He later had to leave the army to look after his wife who he dearly loved. Then he then showed me a leaflet about helping war veterans. During this time he was starting to cry. When I gave him a ciggie he said you don't have to do that, so I said I know that but I want to. Then he said he'd asked the train station café staff if he could have a free cup of tea and they said no. The only clothes he had was what he was wearing which were given to him by someone. He felt guilty for not realising what his wife was going to do, for surviving when his pal died, for being homeless, and for crying in front of a stranger. I gave him two pound coins (all I had in cash) and told him to get a hot drink, then pointed my finger at him and said you get in touch with the people on that leaflet! I then thanked him for what he'd done for our country and gave him a big hug. Then he saluted me, gripped my hand warmly and said a heartfelt thanks. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN???
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