How do you help out the less fortunate?
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Originally Posted by dishdude
I thought the $7 haircut thread was bad and then I clicked on this one.
Hey...
It could always, always get worse
And I would have to turn down a $7 haircut... Unless it was done by a pretty lady. . . And that she knows what's she is doing... I don't want to look like a World Champion..
I thought the $7 haircut thread was bad and then I clicked on this one.
Hey...
It could always, always get worse
And I would have to turn down a $7 haircut... Unless it was done by a pretty lady. . . And that she knows what's she is doing... I don't want to look like a World Champion..
You over the pond seems to be the "nation of abbervations".... So what is an AA in this case? Anti Aircraft (defense)?
Alcoholics Anonymous
We stopped all national charities (except 4ocean) and switched all giving to local charities and volunteer services, including our food bank, local humane society, volunteer first aid and volunteer fire depts. I know many of these people and the good work they do. Plus they don't fill our mailbox with solicitations!
I pay taxes and I give to a couple of charities, including the hospice that took care of my Dad.
25+ years working in downtown Chicago plus personal experiences on GoFundMe have jaded me.
25+ years working in downtown Chicago plus personal experiences on GoFundMe have jaded me.
Two years ago today I was on a trip in Portugal and I had my first experience dealing with gypsies. Unfortunately those people have a culture that is dependent on begging, peddling, and stealing, even teaching their own children to carry out criminal behaviors.
I had a gypsy boy, probably about 8 years old, staight up steal three euros out of my hand and I caught him. Some shady looking man came out of the woodwork and kept his distance but made menacing gestures toward me. I just walked off short three euros and pray that the young boy and others like him may break out of their criminal enterprise some day.
Originally Posted by BrianF
I am very self centered as my family comes first.
There is nothing self centered about taking personal responsibility.
I had a gypsy boy, probably about 8 years old, staight up steal three euros out of my hand and I caught him. Some shady looking man came out of the woodwork and kept his distance but made menacing gestures toward me. I just walked off short three euros and pray that the young boy and others like him may break out of their criminal enterprise some day.
Originally Posted by BrianF
I am very self centered as my family comes first.
There is nothing self centered about taking personal responsibility.
I paid the IRS $28,000 last year.
I'm sure it's put to good use and helping a few people.
I'm sure it's put to good use and helping a few people.
Originally Posted by clinebarger
I don't.....For every legitimate person in need, There are a thousand trying scam/game their way through life. I don't know how to tell one from the other, So I don't participate.
Pretty much that. I used to give to a local food pantry...then found the guy running it was skimming. I gave up in disgust and just don't care anymore.
I don't.....For every legitimate person in need, There are a thousand trying scam/game their way through life. I don't know how to tell one from the other, So I don't participate.
Pretty much that. I used to give to a local food pantry...then found the guy running it was skimming. I gave up in disgust and just don't care anymore.
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Originally Posted by JeffKeryk
I have been taught to judge not. Whatever you did not do for one of the least of these...
Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his moccasins.
From the Joker movie:
"If it was ME lying in the street you'd all just walk over me."
One time, a guy asked me for a buck in a parking lot. I said, "Sure man..." Gave him a lousy dollar and asked, "If you don't mind, what are you gonna do with it?"
He said this and that, had to do this, etc. Of course I knew who he was; he was me.
I tiold him if I was him I hurry up and go get a beer.
He said, "Yeah, man." And tried to give me back the money.
I told him, "It's OK. Do what you gotta do."
"And if you ever wanna change, we will be waiting for you in AA. There are meetings everywhere."
For me, I know I had to drink every last one to get to the last one. Every one.
I hope he made it.
Overall ^^^^
I agree...
My father was a high functioning alcoholic for a good number of years.... He managed really quite well at his job and got promoted numerous times.
The hardest things I have ever had to do was to stand up in front of 580 people plus him and share some very serious thoughts with him and everyone else... My father did not need a hand striking home down at that time. He needed a hand up... I remember saying into that microphone, "no matter how far you have fallen or walked away, you are not beyond forgiveness, love and mercy". I was talking to him... I handed the microphone over to another person and walked outside the church... I was in tears candidly. I walked around the outside of the church and came in the opposite side doorway. Strangely enough... Amongst filled seating everywhere... A place was open right next to my father. I walked over and sat down beside him. He had tears in his eyes... I only saw my father like that maybe 5 times ever. I grabbed his hand and just held it. Later in the parking lot he told me he was proud of me and that I did a good job in there. I knew I had reached him somewhere somehow.. Just a day or so later I called him and he was as sober as I have heard him in years and years. I know he was really trying to stop drinking on his own... I also knew he could not do that in all likelihood. He did not make it. He never did...
My father was a good, good man in many ways... The drinking just hid that person more and more with time.
I did all I could do within my own abilities. That is all I could have done. My father did know that without question I loved him. It was just a hard circumstance dealing with him a lot of the time.
My father avoided being a person on the street drinking all the time by just a matter of luck and happenstance and a few right choices in his life.
My grandfather was a functional alcoholic (quart and a half a day of Beam) most of his life. Long as he did his job well (he did), his employer didn't care how much he drank.
He drank himself to death, by choice, knowing exactly what he was doing. (Self-medicating severe PTSD.)
Originally Posted by JeffKeryk
I have been taught to judge not. Whatever you did not do for one of the least of these...
Don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his moccasins.
From the Joker movie:
"If it was ME lying in the street you'd all just walk over me."
One time, a guy asked me for a buck in a parking lot. I said, "Sure man..." Gave him a lousy dollar and asked, "If you don't mind, what are you gonna do with it?"
He said this and that, had to do this, etc. Of course I knew who he was; he was me.
I tiold him if I was him I hurry up and go get a beer.
He said, "Yeah, man." And tried to give me back the money.
I told him, "It's OK. Do what you gotta do."
"And if you ever wanna change, we will be waiting for you in AA. There are meetings everywhere."
For me, I know I had to drink every last one to get to the last one. Every one.
I hope he made it.
Overall ^^^^
I agree...
My father was a high functioning alcoholic for a good number of years.... He managed really quite well at his job and got promoted numerous times.
The hardest things I have ever had to do was to stand up in front of 580 people plus him and share some very serious thoughts with him and everyone else... My father did not need a hand striking home down at that time. He needed a hand up... I remember saying into that microphone, "no matter how far you have fallen or walked away, you are not beyond forgiveness, love and mercy". I was talking to him... I handed the microphone over to another person and walked outside the church... I was in tears candidly. I walked around the outside of the church and came in the opposite side doorway. Strangely enough... Amongst filled seating everywhere... A place was open right next to my father. I walked over and sat down beside him. He had tears in his eyes... I only saw my father like that maybe 5 times ever. I grabbed his hand and just held it. Later in the parking lot he told me he was proud of me and that I did a good job in there. I knew I had reached him somewhere somehow.. Just a day or so later I called him and he was as sober as I have heard him in years and years. I know he was really trying to stop drinking on his own... I also knew he could not do that in all likelihood. He did not make it. He never did...
My father was a good, good man in many ways... The drinking just hid that person more and more with time.
I did all I could do within my own abilities. That is all I could have done. My father did know that without question I loved him. It was just a hard circumstance dealing with him a lot of the time.
My father avoided being a person on the street drinking all the time by just a matter of luck and happenstance and a few right choices in his life.
My grandfather was a functional alcoholic (quart and a half a day of Beam) most of his life. Long as he did his job well (he did), his employer didn't care how much he drank.
He drank himself to death, by choice, knowing exactly what he was doing. (Self-medicating severe PTSD.)
Originally Posted by Jarlaxle
My grandfather was a functional alcoholic (quart and a half a day of Beam) most of his life. Long as he did his job well (he did), his employer didn't care how much he drank.
He drank himself to death, by choice, knowing exactly what he was doing. (Self-medicating severe PTSD.)
I started drinking around 13 by stealing my folks booze. I was a blackout drinker from day 1.
By 18 I was fully blown.
By 25 I had wrecked my body, mind and spirit. Homeless. Didn't care.
At 29 I quit everything but beer; this is almost true. You can't trust an alkie.
At 33 I got my 3rd drunk driving; pretty much a joke cuz I had driven thousands of miles dead drunk.
Coulda killed you or your family. Just lucky is all I can fugure...
The Judge sent me to 2 meetings of AA because it only counted as my 1st conviction.
Today I am 32 years 10 months sober.
All my friends and several family members are dead; they died dirty.
Actually, 1 dear friend is alive, but he has brain damage from an overdose. He is doing well, actually.
So I got no room to talk. That drunk on the street is me; I am just one of the lucky ones.
Today I have the gift of sobriety. And I don't take it lightly.
Just my 2 cents.
My grandfather was a functional alcoholic (quart and a half a day of Beam) most of his life. Long as he did his job well (he did), his employer didn't care how much he drank.
He drank himself to death, by choice, knowing exactly what he was doing. (Self-medicating severe PTSD.)
I started drinking around 13 by stealing my folks booze. I was a blackout drinker from day 1.
By 18 I was fully blown.
By 25 I had wrecked my body, mind and spirit. Homeless. Didn't care.
At 29 I quit everything but beer; this is almost true. You can't trust an alkie.
At 33 I got my 3rd drunk driving; pretty much a joke cuz I had driven thousands of miles dead drunk.
Coulda killed you or your family. Just lucky is all I can fugure...
The Judge sent me to 2 meetings of AA because it only counted as my 1st conviction.
Today I am 32 years 10 months sober.
All my friends and several family members are dead; they died dirty.
Actually, 1 dear friend is alive, but he has brain damage from an overdose. He is doing well, actually.
So I got no room to talk. That drunk on the street is me; I am just one of the lucky ones.
Today I have the gift of sobriety. And I don't take it lightly.
Just my 2 cents.
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