A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to get some Valentine's Day shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car. 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 Valentine's Day presents (since she didn't manage to get them anything on Christmas).
The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, 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.
your helpful web portal seems to be slashdotted, or something. (must be running m$ software! yeah!) could you post an ascii representation of your content?
Slashdot Mirror
1. Drink a beer.
2. Repeat.
First, and stuff.
Keep zope alive.
how they gonna edit that revolution OS gay porno film?
What a story !
Uncommon Compassion
A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to get
some Valentine's Day shopping done. I was stressed
out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right
then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot
as I was loading my car. 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 Valentine's Day presents (since
she didn't manage to get them anything on Christmas).
The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, 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.
Kenneth Lay, CEO
Enron Corporation
and tell them:
"W0NG BR0THERS LAUNDRY SERVICE:
TW0 W0NGS CAN MAKE IT WHITE" and
"W0K-N-B0WL --
CHINESE F00D AND B0WLING."
You are such the fucking man!
no
Thanks in advance.
They were better in The (English) Beat.
ha ha. some dickhead modded you down. that's one mod point that won't be used to mod up a "m$ sux0rs, linux r0x0rs" post.
nice work.
damn it! another fp!
i don't want it.
6 today.
I'll use my feet, all the do da day.
on a toilet seat, do da.
are belong to me.
Thanks bone-o-matic!