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<blockquote data-quote="stocky" data-source="post: 982366" data-attributes="member: 1150"><p>Stories from both angles.</p><p> I was moving some round bales one day and a neighbor with not a great reputation stopped and asked if I would sell him a round bale for his horse. I told him I did not sell hay, but I paid 12 dollars for those bales and if he really needed one and if 12 was ok, I would sell him one. He said that was great and asked me to put it in the pickup. After I dropped it in, he handed me rolled tight bills and thanked me again. His kids were with him, so I did not check the money in front of them. Later, I unrolled the money and it was a 5 dollar bill and 2 ones, for a total of 7 dollars. I would not have embarrassed him in front of his kids for 5 dollars. </p><p> I stopped at a Jack in the Box at 4am on my way to an airport and a man stopped me and asked me for money to eat. I opened the door and asked him to come with me and at the counter I told him to order any combo he wanted, largest size. He was uncomfortable and finally ordered a biscuit and quickly left. He was not actually hungry. The lady at the counter told me he just wanted money.</p><p> A man asked Dad if he could cut some logs "on the shares" on our place. Dad made a deal with him. He cut some and did not pay us and did not come back. He and his wife lived in a trailer on a land "wheeler, dealer's" place a couple miles from our house. I knew he was a heavy drinker and they had no money. Dad cut some logs and drug them up, and one evening, I stopped at this guy's trailer to see if he wanted to load and haul them to the mill, with us paying the fuel, in order to pay for the logs he had cut. He was in bed and his wife said he was having heart trouble. The trailer had holes in the ceiling and floor and was freezing. She said they were being charged a fortune by the owner to live in the junk trailer and they couldn't pay it. They did not know what to do.</p><p> My cousin had just gotten married and moved out of the big, older home, on a farm I had bought a few years earlier. I told them if they wanted, they could move in immediately, and we could work out some sort of deal on log cutting on our farm to pay for the rent, when he got able. They could cut all the wood for the heat that they wanted from our farm for free. They could not believe the offer and were afraid I would need the house and they would have to leave and not have any place to live. I told them I work on the road, live with my folks, and was not home enough to maintain a house for a few nights now and then. They were ecstatic and moved right in. The man passed away, in bed, in the house, a few months ago after his lungs gave out and also cancer had riddled him.</p><p> Between the day they moved in and the day he passed away, he quit drinking and smoking, he got saved, he became a preacher, he cut logs off our place and many other farms within 15 miles, put their daughter through nursing school so she is now a registered nurse, helped his son get a good logging career, helped his wife get enough education that she became the manager at a local nursing home until a stroke caused her to retire, was a wizard at making woodworking crafts and with a welder and machinery, was an outstanding neighbor to all and to our family, and he and his wife became true and trusted friends. He worked incredibly hard and his body wore out, at way too young of an age. On his deathbed, I was fortunate enough to have been there with his family and tell him how proud I was of him and how thankful I was that he and I were friends. A few hours later, he was gone. They lived in the house 24 years and his wife will live there as long as she wants to do so.</p><p> We all have stories of good and bad things, but whenever I have an opportunity to help someone, if there is any doubt in my mind, I think of this man and woman and how there was not any good that I could predict by my making them the offer of the home, but it was not my place to make that judgement. For some reason, I was fortunate enough to have been able to make the offer and I will forever be grateful to have been given that opportuntity.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="stocky, post: 982366, member: 1150"] Stories from both angles. I was moving some round bales one day and a neighbor with not a great reputation stopped and asked if I would sell him a round bale for his horse. I told him I did not sell hay, but I paid 12 dollars for those bales and if he really needed one and if 12 was ok, I would sell him one. He said that was great and asked me to put it in the pickup. After I dropped it in, he handed me rolled tight bills and thanked me again. His kids were with him, so I did not check the money in front of them. Later, I unrolled the money and it was a 5 dollar bill and 2 ones, for a total of 7 dollars. I would not have embarrassed him in front of his kids for 5 dollars. I stopped at a Jack in the Box at 4am on my way to an airport and a man stopped me and asked me for money to eat. I opened the door and asked him to come with me and at the counter I told him to order any combo he wanted, largest size. He was uncomfortable and finally ordered a biscuit and quickly left. He was not actually hungry. The lady at the counter told me he just wanted money. A man asked Dad if he could cut some logs "on the shares" on our place. Dad made a deal with him. He cut some and did not pay us and did not come back. He and his wife lived in a trailer on a land "wheeler, dealer's" place a couple miles from our house. I knew he was a heavy drinker and they had no money. Dad cut some logs and drug them up, and one evening, I stopped at this guy's trailer to see if he wanted to load and haul them to the mill, with us paying the fuel, in order to pay for the logs he had cut. He was in bed and his wife said he was having heart trouble. The trailer had holes in the ceiling and floor and was freezing. She said they were being charged a fortune by the owner to live in the junk trailer and they couldn't pay it. They did not know what to do. My cousin had just gotten married and moved out of the big, older home, on a farm I had bought a few years earlier. I told them if they wanted, they could move in immediately, and we could work out some sort of deal on log cutting on our farm to pay for the rent, when he got able. They could cut all the wood for the heat that they wanted from our farm for free. They could not believe the offer and were afraid I would need the house and they would have to leave and not have any place to live. I told them I work on the road, live with my folks, and was not home enough to maintain a house for a few nights now and then. They were ecstatic and moved right in. The man passed away, in bed, in the house, a few months ago after his lungs gave out and also cancer had riddled him. Between the day they moved in and the day he passed away, he quit drinking and smoking, he got saved, he became a preacher, he cut logs off our place and many other farms within 15 miles, put their daughter through nursing school so she is now a registered nurse, helped his son get a good logging career, helped his wife get enough education that she became the manager at a local nursing home until a stroke caused her to retire, was a wizard at making woodworking crafts and with a welder and machinery, was an outstanding neighbor to all and to our family, and he and his wife became true and trusted friends. He worked incredibly hard and his body wore out, at way too young of an age. On his deathbed, I was fortunate enough to have been there with his family and tell him how proud I was of him and how thankful I was that he and I were friends. A few hours later, he was gone. They lived in the house 24 years and his wife will live there as long as she wants to do so. We all have stories of good and bad things, but whenever I have an opportunity to help someone, if there is any doubt in my mind, I think of this man and woman and how there was not any good that I could predict by my making them the offer of the home, but it was not my place to make that judgement. For some reason, I was fortunate enough to have been able to make the offer and I will forever be grateful to have been given that opportuntity. [/QUOTE]
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