- Joined
- Jul 14, 2008
- Messages
- 90,798
- Points
- 113
The following is an account about 2 real chaps.
Chap A walks with a white cane. Almost every day, he goes to the same spot where he stands for hours on end and sells tissue paper. In one hand, he holds a few packets of tissue paper, in the other a box to collect the money. Once, someone accidentally bumped into his box, instead of getting angry, he apologised even though the guy who bumped into him was at fault.
Chap B carries a white cane, but he doesn't use it while walking. On the way to his favourite spot, he stops to smoke twice. His young female companion smokes with him. Upon reaching his favourite spot, he sits on his foldable chair, puts the white cane on his shoulder and a collection box in front of him.
All the millions of dollars paid, all the scholarships and degrees, all the years of experience and accolades, all the wiseass remarks and motherhood statements, and they can't figure out that one chap needs to be helped and the other needs to be arrested.
Chap A walks with a white cane. Almost every day, he goes to the same spot where he stands for hours on end and sells tissue paper. In one hand, he holds a few packets of tissue paper, in the other a box to collect the money. Once, someone accidentally bumped into his box, instead of getting angry, he apologised even though the guy who bumped into him was at fault.
Chap B carries a white cane, but he doesn't use it while walking. On the way to his favourite spot, he stops to smoke twice. His young female companion smokes with him. Upon reaching his favourite spot, he sits on his foldable chair, puts the white cane on his shoulder and a collection box in front of him.
All the millions of dollars paid, all the scholarships and degrees, all the years of experience and accolades, all the wiseass remarks and motherhood statements, and they can't figure out that one chap needs to be helped and the other needs to be arrested.
Last edited: