I was looking at my favourite blog yesterday and its by a twitter friend named Brooke Farmer, she has this program going about feeding the homeless, it made me remember the occasion i too fed a homeless man when i lived in Queensland, i used to walk every day from the house, to the beach at lunch time, it was a 15 minute walk and i used to love it because living in queensland is like being on holidays (vacation) every day.
I used to walk past the RSL club, then there was a park with a pond which had ducks, turtles etc and then through the shopping centre, then a few more steps and the beach was there, i used to sit under a tree and i used to eat there, along the beach there were mexican take away shops, chinese, chicken in fact everything anybody would ever want to eat was there, so every day id show up and have something new, life was great.
Well one morning i noticed a man sitting on a bench and he was dishewelled and looked dirty, ppl used to look a him and walk on the other direction, one woman was having mcdonalds one lunch time and when they left the man went over to the table and ate their left overs, while he was eating the restauran manager kicked him out and threw the left overs in the bin. that arrogant lil fuck annoyed me so the next day i ordered a meal and i put it on the table and called the man over, he sat and ate it and the manager came out to kick him out again but i said "you cant kick him, his mean was just bought here so he can eat it" .
you could see the manager was furious but didnt do anything.
Over the following days every lunch time the man and i struck a friendship, he had no money so i used to buy him lunch and wed talk, he lost his job where he lived and had nothing, his family didnt know where he was because hed run away as he was ashamed to go back, besides even if he wanted to he had no money to go back (he was from anoher state) one day i won some money at the club, i won about 2k so i gave him 200 bucks for a bus ticket home... didnt see him again after that day.
I wonder if he went home, and now he is happy i wonder if he just moved to another town and spent the money on drink, i hope he went home and is living in a house with his family, i guess il never know.
I guess if he is happy now then he was "Healed with a meal"
for you Brooke.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Friday, November 5, 2010
touching
i had to repost this i find it so true.. enjoy
Father Forgets by W. Livingston Larned.
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son:I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes.I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread.And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father! Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me.
What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night.
Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed! It is feeble atonement;I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours.
But tomorrow, tomorrow, I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual:“He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!” I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much son, too much.
Father Forgets by W. Livingston Larned.
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son:I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes.I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread.And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father! Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. “What is it you want?” I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs. Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me.
What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night.
Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed! It is feeble atonement;I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours.
But tomorrow, tomorrow, I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual:“He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!” I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much son, too much.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
My Nemesis
It was August 2009 a sunny but windy day,which saw my boss come down onto the factory floor and ask me to do him a favour, there was this guy coming over for the printers job, i was to interview him and if i thought he was capable i was to hire him.
As the time of his arrival approached the sky turned gray, 2 pm arrived and out of a ford falcon wagon stepped Lou, he was dressed impecably for a job interview and he looked harmless enough, in the interview he was amicable, social and friendly, he knew his printing and seemed like an awesome person to work with, so i hired him.....DUPED!
So, Monday morning came and he arrived for work, i trained him on the machine but he didnt need much training, he picked it up rather fast, so the next week he went on afternoon shift, his shift......
His starting time was 2:30pm so at 2pm he came in early, so he could have lunch before work, he was sitting in the eating area so i went in there to get a can of coke, i walk in and nod hello while getting a coke "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? CANT YOU SEE IM EATING? FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
I thought something bad must have happened, so i quietly left and went back to the press, at 2:30 he came to the machine, smile on his face like as if nothing had happened...so i did the change over with him and i went home.....
The next day i found drawings of me, insults on the change over book, questioning the way i operate the machine, so i fired straight back, so over the next few weeks we had run ins, yelling matches, accusations etc....
The last argument ended in him putting his car keys between his fingers (like wolverine from xmen) and throwing punches at me, well none landed and i pinned him down on the floor, and he stopped, a co-worker saw him, and he got a stern talking to, well after a few more weeks of his bad temper and schizophrenic behaviour he was sacked..... my nemesis was gone...
Well...fast forward to October 2010 we desperately need another printer, no one has approached except someone called LOU!
the boss and i looked at each other, laughed and threw his resume in the bin..... well need turned to desperation so the big boss had no choice but to hire him!
HE IS BACK, MY FKN NEMESIS STARTS WORK NEXT MONDAY!
I dont know what will happen this time, i will warn him that at the first sign of trouble i will not back down and if he ever takes a swing at me i wont just pin him down, lets just say i am sharpening my keys as we speak..............
All i can say now is....BRING IT ON!
As the time of his arrival approached the sky turned gray, 2 pm arrived and out of a ford falcon wagon stepped Lou, he was dressed impecably for a job interview and he looked harmless enough, in the interview he was amicable, social and friendly, he knew his printing and seemed like an awesome person to work with, so i hired him.....DUPED!
So, Monday morning came and he arrived for work, i trained him on the machine but he didnt need much training, he picked it up rather fast, so the next week he went on afternoon shift, his shift......
His starting time was 2:30pm so at 2pm he came in early, so he could have lunch before work, he was sitting in the eating area so i went in there to get a can of coke, i walk in and nod hello while getting a coke "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? CANT YOU SEE IM EATING? FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
I thought something bad must have happened, so i quietly left and went back to the press, at 2:30 he came to the machine, smile on his face like as if nothing had happened...so i did the change over with him and i went home.....
The next day i found drawings of me, insults on the change over book, questioning the way i operate the machine, so i fired straight back, so over the next few weeks we had run ins, yelling matches, accusations etc....
The last argument ended in him putting his car keys between his fingers (like wolverine from xmen) and throwing punches at me, well none landed and i pinned him down on the floor, and he stopped, a co-worker saw him, and he got a stern talking to, well after a few more weeks of his bad temper and schizophrenic behaviour he was sacked..... my nemesis was gone...
Well...fast forward to October 2010 we desperately need another printer, no one has approached except someone called LOU!
the boss and i looked at each other, laughed and threw his resume in the bin..... well need turned to desperation so the big boss had no choice but to hire him!
HE IS BACK, MY FKN NEMESIS STARTS WORK NEXT MONDAY!
I dont know what will happen this time, i will warn him that at the first sign of trouble i will not back down and if he ever takes a swing at me i wont just pin him down, lets just say i am sharpening my keys as we speak..............
All i can say now is....BRING IT ON!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Day 16 -> Someone or something you definitely could live without
One thing i could definitely live without is worry... i worry about everything, i worry about my kids, my partner my family my tweeter friends my money situation, my job, co workers every damn thing, when im at work and i know the kids r going somewhere i worry that they will be safe, so i ring home every day to see how they all are, i dont see my daughters every day so i text message them often to check on them, i text mum daily and i keep in touch with sis on fb and twitter.
I worry about money every single day i look at my wages, after i pay bills and worry that i wont have enough to buy xmas presents, then i worry that i will never be able to afford a house and i get depressed.
I worry about my olds health, mum and her pains and dad with his smoking, i worry about my sister in melbourne and all her ailments.
I worry about my co workers and how we are working our asses off and we are not appreciated, i worry about the company and what would happen if we lost customers etc.
I worry about my newfound tweeter friends, one who was sad about nuptials, well with my tweeter friends its not so much worry but just wonder if they are well.
So as you can see i could definitely do with less worry but i dont think il ever change... so i wont worry about it.... ;)
I worry about money every single day i look at my wages, after i pay bills and worry that i wont have enough to buy xmas presents, then i worry that i will never be able to afford a house and i get depressed.
I worry about my olds health, mum and her pains and dad with his smoking, i worry about my sister in melbourne and all her ailments.
I worry about my co workers and how we are working our asses off and we are not appreciated, i worry about the company and what would happen if we lost customers etc.
I worry about my newfound tweeter friends, one who was sad about nuptials, well with my tweeter friends its not so much worry but just wonder if they are well.
So as you can see i could definitely do with less worry but i dont think il ever change... so i wont worry about it.... ;)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Day 15 -> Someone or something you couldnt live without because youve tried living without it
Hmmmm the someone was my 2 girls, i didnt want to live without them but it was forced upon me, after my wife decided to leave me, i tried to live my life normally, but the pain was too much, we both lived locally so i would see them often on the street, shops etc... 1 day i cracked and i quit my job of 17 years, and i moved to another state, i moved to queensland, i loved my life there, beach every day, perfect weather, amazing friends... it was heaven...but i was lonely... i didnt have my family and i didnt have my girls.... i thought i could survive on flying down to see them once a month but i couldnt..so i spent a year or so there and then i came back... and my life was full again....
Herre i am, Bullfrog the Warrior Night Elf and Beeferino the Tauren Hunter.
The something is my online game World of Warcraft, i have been playing it for almost 5 years and i have made great friendships in game, firstly my partner, brother and 3 cousins used to play it so we would all log on at the same time they would play for an hour or so, i would go for days, then one by one they started to play less, i kept going, now my brother doesnt play, my mrs doesnt play my 2 cousins dont play and my one cousin that plays plays every now and then, im stil going, due to the kids i dont play as much as i used to but im stil in there, i talk to my online friends, i dont my swords and we battle its fun, i love socialising, i absolutely adore being able to log into somewhere and talking and having fun with complete strangers and forging great friendships.... kind of like tweeter really, but with really big swords!
Regards Marcelo AKA Bullfrog AKA Beeferino
Herre i am, Bullfrog the Warrior Night Elf and Beeferino the Tauren Hunter.
Regards Marcelo AKA Bullfrog AKA Beeferino
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Day 14 -> A hero that has let you down
very very short, my Dad is my hero and he has never ever let me down!
That is all.
That is all.
Day 13 -> A band or artist that has gotten you through some difficult days
No matter what happens to me, good, bad ,theres only one band which i have listened to, The Blues Brothers, wether its after finishing high school or after the ex wife left me, i have always gone back to the blues brothers, Jake and Elwood Blues always seem to make me happy when im (yes you guessed it) Blue, Soul man was blaring out of my walkman when i left school, on my first day at Leigh Mardon as an apprentice printer i think "shake a tailfeather" was on, the morning when my ex wife left me i blared "do you love me" in the car.
I dont know why they seem to always accompany me when im down or when im happy but they are my band, sux that Mr Belushi died so long ago, but he is always around me in one way or another with his pal Mr Aykroid....... Jake and Elwood Blues....THE BLUUUUES BROTHERSSSS!
I dont know why they seem to always accompany me when im down or when im happy but they are my band, sux that Mr Belushi died so long ago, but he is always around me in one way or another with his pal Mr Aykroid....... Jake and Elwood Blues....THE BLUUUUES BROTHERSSSS!
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