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    A story of hardship.

    This is not my story, but of a person I met briefly a long time ago, some 20 years ago. Unfortunately I no longer remember his name and this saddens me a little, but still, I remember him, who he was, and where he came from and that’s important, to me anyway.

    I had just left my hometown to find a new life for myself. On the first stage of my journey I headed to Dublin. A week or so in and I was out and about. It was a fine day at the end of May. The sun was out, I had money in my pocket, lots more in the bank and all was well in the world. I had been to town and was walking along The Quays towards the hotel I was staying in next to Phoenix Park intending to hit the pub close by for a few pints of the black stuff and a bit of craic with the locals. I was in my 30’s.

    On the way a guy in his 50’s, or so it seemed to me, stopped me in the street and asked me for money; a punt (as the currency was at the time – the Irish equivalent of $1 or £1) for “a cup of coffee”. Yeah right!

    I stopped and checked my pockets but had no change. Being in a particularly good mood I thought “What the hell”, opened my wallet and gave him a 20 – the smallest note I had on me at the time. Madness? Absolutely! But it turns out I got my money’s worth.

    The guy was shocked. He thanked me but before I had a chance to walk on he stopped me again. “Hey, you’re from the North, right?”

    “Yeah, and so are you from the sounds of it.”

    So we got talking. Turns out we both came from the same area. Well, almost. He came from a Protestant area and I from a nearby Catholic area. We were born enemies, and I mean that in the strictest sense due to the times. Literally death and destruction.

    For a moment there was a bit of tension, but we were outside that realm and this gave an opportunity for adversaries to just talk about ordinary shit. I told him “I don’t give a fuck about that any more” and he relaxed and smiled. We shook hands and continued talking.

    He told me of his story, of how his wife had cheated on him, how he raised his three children, two of which weren’t his unbeknownst to him until it all finally came out, of how he had been divorce raped and how she got it all: the house, the kids, child support, alimony; the works. It crippled him. It crippled him to the point that he felt he had to run, and run he did, to another jurisdiction.

    But things hadn’t worked out for him. He had ended up on the streets. A good man and from the short time I spent with him I came to believe he hadn’t a violent bone in his body. He had lost it all. Except for his humanity and this was my lesson. No-one can take your humanity from you no matter what. You can give it up, but no-one can take it from you.

    Anyway, all this happened in the space of about an hour. On parting, grinning, he says to me “You know what I’m going to do with this 20 don’t you?”

    I just looked at him and said “It’s yours now, that’s up to you. Just do me one small favour, get something to eat as well.”

    We shook hands again, each happy with the unexpected interaction, and went on our way. Hell, I’d probably just made his year. Money AND a chance to tell his story, how often does that happen to a guy on the streets?

    And I had learned something of value.
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    Re: A story of hardship.

    That was a great North/South story, Jack, mine was somewhat different, me being a Yank off the interstate in Kentucky with a 400 ft. long motor-home running low on oil, the place we stopped at was a gas station that hadn't seen any major improvements since the 1930's, the pumps from the 50's were the only improvement.

    Anyway, these bearded Taliban looking motherfuckers, all walked in front of me at the line to be served 1st. all of them itching to bring ole tower out in the woods never to be seen again. I did not argue with their discriminatory acts, and looks that could kill through 5 feet of reinforced concrete! I bought 3 quarts, poured one in to give it enough oil the get the fuck out of DODGE! While the rolling house was making its lumbering and leaning escape, I had fears that the pickup trucks in the parking lot would be following for the purpose of rolling target practice!

    I never knew their names, but I'll never forget their bearded faces and their utter hate of anything from Virginia northward.

    I think if uttered one word of disenchantment I would still be in Kentucky.
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    Re: A story of hardship.

    Quote Originally Posted by mgtower View Post
    That was a great North/South story, Jack, mine was somewhat different, me being a Yank off the interstate in Kentucky with a 400 ft. long motor-home running low on oil, the place we stopped at was a gas station that hadn't seen any major improvements since the 1930's, the pumps from the 50's were the only improvement.

    Anyway, these bearded Taliban looking motherfuckers, all walked in front of me at the line to be served 1st. all of them itching to bring ole tower out in the woods never to be seen again. I did not argue with their discriminatory acts, and looks that could kill through 5 feet of reinforced concrete! I bought 3 quarts, poured one in to give it enough oil the get the fuck out of DODGE! While the rolling house was making its lumbering and leaning escape, I had fears that the pickup trucks in the parking lot would be following for the purpose of rolling target practice!

    I never knew their names, but I'll never forget their bearded faces and their utter hate of anything from Virginia northward.

    I think if uttered one word of disenchantment I would still be in Kentucky.
    Didaling ding ding.

    Man, I just can't be dealing with all this horseshit any more. We're this and you're that! Bollox.

    That being said, we have lived. We have taken on the world and have taken our knocks but have lived to tell the tales, and believe me, just like yourself I have many more. It's just as I get older I have difficulty remembering them all.

    I wonder what the stories of today's 10 year olds will be like in 30/40 years time.
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    Re: A story of hardship.

    Quote Originally Posted by Jackoff View Post
    I wonder what the stories of today's 10 year olds will be like in 30/40 years time.
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    Re: A story of hardship.

    Thank you Jackoff for a deep and personal story. It is a shame that conflict still exist between Catholics and Protestants up north.

    What I really admire about you is that you left home very early, you literally went your own way.

    I wish I would have done the same, because my family abused me almost on a daily, and I did complain to the child protections services, but they couldn't even bother to find accommodation for me.

    I guess it is these unusual encounters that make life worth living sometimes.
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