Being Sensitive And Kind
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I am very caring and sensitive. I guess this is in part down to my tough upbrniging. I worked on a cabbage farm for I was eight years old. My father was a dour and God faering Evangalist who married a one armed Yugoslavian peasant from Skopje. She never spoke a word of English and stlil doesn't. My father moved on in the late 1980's having eloped with a Tiebtan Monk. I never herad from them again but I escaped from the cabbages.
I was an only child until my mother re married agian and I right now have 4 step sisters and 3 step brothers.I washed cars in the biting winds of the North East coast to earn money for the family and despite looking after my mother and her young siblings I was thrown out of house and home at the age of 18. I moved to Lnodon and wanted to sleep rough.
Since then I have encountered nothing but kindness.
I remember my first day in the capital. It was just after Halloween in 1987 and I found this old pumpkin which I wanted to slice up into pieces so I borrowed a meat cleaver I found at the back of the Chinese Restaurant and as I was rteurning to the rubbish skip for the pumpkin I bumped into a guy who looked at me without saying a word and handed me the total contents of his wallet. Can you believe it.
I am sure that meat cleaver was lucky.With this kind donatoin I checked into a hotel. What luxury. I had never been in a hotel before.
They had this thing called a bidet with fresh water pouring out of it that you could drink from.On the secnod night I was in the lobby trying on sun glasses that I never intended to buy and doing my best James Bond impression and watching my reflection off the shop window.
I wondered if I colud become an actor. Out of the blue a total stranger walks up to me and in fantastic Slav he hands me a suitcase, shakes my hand and thanks me for all my work for the motherland. I thanked him also and praised the motherland profusely.
I felt so good and warm that somebody appreciated me and I nveer had the heart to tell this person that I did not know what he meant.
So uncanny that he should speak in a language I understood so well. It was almost as if he had singled me out from amongst the crowd.Can you imagine my shock when I later opened the suitcase and found over a million dollars inside it, all in one hundred dollar bills. I was overwhelmed.
The world is full of such caring and sensitive people. I cried with gratitude. It was meant for me after all. I must have met my guardian Angel. In the morning I had a wondefrul breakfast and contemplated my future. I would buy a house with a nice garedn and open a Donkey Sanctuary.
As I left the htoel that morning I was reminded how people waste their time on the wrong things in life.
I heard that two boys had taken shots at each other and were arguing about money before bieng arrested by armed police and taken away. I guess they were foreigners from troubled country trying to purchase or sell arms. I am glad I at least kept to an honest way of life.So you see. With this kindness showered upon me and a sunny outlook on life I can only be happy, content and caring and sensitive.
Life has smiled on me.
I even won a huge lottery prize two weeks ago to etxend my farm and help lots of animals.
I suppose all I right now need is a wife to make my life complete. About the Atuhor
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