Thursday, December 15, 2005

HARD LUCK CHRISTMAS STORY

Please read this all the way through. Trust me - LOL A friend sent it to a group of us. I was in a hurry, and afraid it was going to be depressing, so I didn’t, until I read the responses of the other recipients, and realized what I’d missed. *******************************
Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. 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 Christmas presents. 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 wondered aloud. 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.

6 Comments:

Blogger KristieD said...

that is funny, in that mean sort of way :) I am always a little ashamed of myself for laughing at the meaner things in life...But...it IS funny.

Thanks for the laugh

12/15/2005 08:18:00 AM  
Blogger Laina said...

LOL, one of my friends sent that to me the other day. So wrong, and yet so funny!

12/15/2005 01:34:00 PM  
Blogger dddragon said...

oooh, you are soooo bad!!

and so am I ... *chuckle*

12/15/2005 03:02:00 PM  
Blogger J's Girlfriend said...

That's so awful it's not even funny! Then again if it had a happy ending it would just be sickening. We're so hard to please these days...

12/15/2005 04:57:00 PM  
Blogger Marti said...

If we didn't have a sense of humor we'd all go insane LOL

Thank y'all for stoppin' by and sharing the madness.

12/15/2005 05:28:00 PM  
Anonymous Theresa said...

MARTI! LOL!

I am ashamed to say I am laughing!

12/16/2005 09:36:00 AM  

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