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Originally posted by digitalbluco
Ever since that day, I haven't helped a homeless person since.
Originally posted by BooBetty
reply to post by verschickter
The thing that baffles me more is whether the gentleman has enough wedding rings to hand out every time he is in a pickle...
But it's a nice story, with a lesson in it: give a little, and you could receive a lot. (or: make sure you marry a wife who doesn't mind sacrificing your wedding ring when you get stuck on the motorway)
So after a minute or two after I finally said "good luck, stay well, I have to drive along" he gave me a hug and so I drove on. Half an hour later, when I arrived at my friends flat and got rid of my coat something fell on the floor. It was the goldring.
“The shelter itself was in need of funds recently. Those people just go out randomly, but we (the shelter) had to have a permit to go out there and stand. People just drove past us like we were nothing because we didn’t look like they look. If I went out there in ragged clothes and looked they way they look maybe they would give to us, too, but that is so misleading to the community.”