Today, I went to the post office again to mail a couple more packages & the guy in front of me was an older man...very scruffy & rough looking with tattoos all over...very tough, hardened looking guy. He was very angry about a package he was supposed to receive that day & was telling the lady at the counter that he really needed the stuff today, & I have to admit I already had decided the guy was crazy & stigmatized him as kinda a bad news dude. As I was leaving, he was told he couldnt get his stuff yet & he became very upset & I saw him pull out his cell phone. I was finishing up & curiosity got the better of me so I fell behind him & eavesdropped. He called his mom! He started weeping & then came out of the post office & started working on a bike. It was actually a nice bike, and I thought serial killers probably dont have nice bikes like that & they probably definitely arent vulnerable on the phone with their moms!?! So, I asked him if he wanted a ride. He loaded his bike in my backseat & let me tell you, his name is Austin & he was the most sweet, interesting, cool guy ever. Wow, has he been through some trials & tribulations! :-( He just moved to town and we got lost a couple of times, but when we got to his place, he introduced me to his boxer & his humble home was so nice and tidy and I kinda cursed myself for placing that stigma on that very nice man. It was actually wonderfully refreshing to help him out for a few minutes & in return, get the privledge of meeting such an awesome, colorful and real dude.
Posted on: Wed, 21 May 2014 23:55:04 +0000
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