Dudes,
> I just had to tell you about today. My Wife and I went out to the strip
>after getting my retiree ID card. Of course, in Lubbock, the strip is the
>only place you can buy alcohol. Well honestly, I’ve been feeling pretty
>blessed by the Almighty these past few months and after potty training
>our daughter, my Wife decided I should have a reward. Now, at the exit off of
>highway 87, before you get to the liquor stores, there are these two bums
>parked on each corner. One fella is missing a leg and the other old boy
>looks to be all ate up with skin cancer. They sit on opposite sides of the
>exit and both have signs saying something like "God bless" or, "anything
>helps." Just a thought here but, if that dude still has faith about God's
>blessings...well, I dunno. So, I went into the liquor store and it hit me.
> A friend of mine when I was younger said that he never gave the "needy"
>money because they would only spend it on drugs and alcohol. He would go
>through a drive through and buy
> the homeless of his choice, a bag of fast food. I thought, and still do
>think, that this was a really good thing to do.
> Then it hit me.
> These two guys, one with the cancer and one without a leg, weren't
>sitting across from a Burger King. Neither one of them wanted a burger.
>In fact, to one that is familiar with Lubbock, the closest fast food near
>the "strip" is a goat. So, being the guy that I am, and feeling poorly for
>the fella with one leg, I bought a 40. Was he probably a degenerate,
>heroin addict, child molester with enough felonies to fill a roll of toilet
>paper? Sure. But, when I handed him 40 ounces of Old English 800, he said
>"God bless you," and I knew he meant it.
> So, the moral of my story is, just cut out the middle man and buy a bum
>a beer. Maybe, the overpass will be a little more comfortable tonight...
> Cheers,
“Olds”
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