Just before Christmas last year, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute shopping done.
I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the Christmas season.
It was dark, cold, and wet in the multi story car park, I noticed that I was
missing the shop receipt which I would need to get out of the car park
without paying, so mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the
shopping centre entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 10 years old. He
was short and thin, and had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel
shirt to protect him from the cold chill.
He was holding two fifty pound notes in his hand. Thinking that he had lost his parents, I asked him what was wrong and he told me his sad story.
He came from a large family. His father had died when he was seven years old. His mum worked two full time jobs to make ends meet.
Nevertheless, she had managed to scrimp and save two hundred pounds to buy her children christmas presents.
The young boy had been dropped off by his mum on the way to her second job. He was given the money to use to buy presents for all his brothers and sisters and save just enough to take the bus home.
He had not even entered the shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed two of his fifty pound notes and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did".
"and Nobody came to help you?"
The boy stared at the ground and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I asked.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and just whispered, "help me!"
I realised that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for
help. So I grabbed his other two fifty pound notes and f*cked off.
I played Classic until I was nearly level 60. It needs The Burning Crusade really for me though. I am lurking around Daggerspine again for a while, trying to get used to the changes lol
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