what would you do?

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 shopping centre 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 note 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 $200 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 $100 notes 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. 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.

I bet you took him shopping a made up for the stolen $$; I have a soft spot for poor kids-was one.

Oooo you heartless fiend!

So am I because I ROTFL at this one

me too!

off to the wood shed you go mark. Shame, Shame
You stinker,you.

You had me going there for a minute. Knew you could NEVER do anything like that to that poor boy. I actually had and have tears in my eyes; wondering how any mother could leave a child off like that. I know it does happen and it breaks my heart when I hear stories about parents hurting their children

ROFL! I knew something was fishy since you posted it after Christmas, and it was a Christmas story. Bad, bad boy - off to the woodshed for sure! Guess I'll be right behind you because I couldn't help myself from laughing, too. Thanks!!!!

heard that on Rush's radio talk show the other day, Got Ya!

had me hook, line, and sinker...for shame..definately off to the woodshed...be sure and chop a bunch!!

This message was edited Friday, Mar 29th 3:33 PM

That was a good one Mark! I almost read you the riot act myself. Yes by all means GO STAND IN THE CORNER UNITIL YOU HAVE LEARNED YOUR LESSON! lol

mark, you rascal!!!

Mummy, you had me going, I thought there was fixing to be a fist fight!!! Good one:)

This message was edited Friday, Mar 29th 3:34 PM

I have to admit you had me going but it is not the ending I expected. Being a cynic I expected to hear that the kid had been arrested for using this scam on the tender of heart and was picked up with thousands of dollars he had conned!