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It's been gnawing at me every time I see him. Finally confronted him tonight.
Walked over to the corner store for a beer and candy bar. _______ is sitting outside. I got my stuff, came out, sat down next to him.
I said, "_______, what the hell did you do to yourself man?"
The guy could barely talk. He is only muttering very quietly.
I said, "Are you ready to get back to work and turn this around? I can talk to my boss and get you a job. Are you ready?"
He said, "No, no, no, no, man. I'm good."
I asked if he wanted something to eat. Went back inside and got him some food and drink.
I feel like I overstepped. I really wanted to help the guy, and I have the key to do so. Our office is always desperate for help and it's easy to get
hired because of this. I was ready to get him clean, put some money into turning around his image, give him a place to sleep etc.
Well, I don't know. I respect him for choosing his own destiny, like every free man should.
I do feel better about finally confronting him. There's officially nothing more I can do that wouldn't be harassment.
I am just very puzzled by this experience. I didn't expect him to refuse my offer; I had a plan to help him all the way through. And now I feel like a
total jackass--NB, trying to be the hero, be someone's savior.
I don't even know if he recognized me.
edit on 27-8-2016 by NarcolepticBuddha because: (no reason given)