Geez.. Now I have to clean up my coffee all over the keyboard, monitor.....
Tim P. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Michael Corrigan" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "CF-Community" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Friday, March 22, 2002 10:06 AM Subject: A little boy needs help. > I wouldn't normally post something like this, but I was so moved by this story, I had to share it with all of you. > > Dear fellow citizen, > > Several weekends ago, I was rushing around trying to do some > Valentine's Day shopping. I was stressed out and not thinking very > fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in > the parking lot. > > As I was loading my car up, I noticed that I was missing a receipt > that I might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my > steps to the mall entrance. As I was searching the wet pavement for the > lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming > from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years > old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a > ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. > Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his > hand. Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him > what was wrong. > > He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He > had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was > nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. > She made very little to support her large family. > > Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to > buy her children some Valentine's Day presents (since she didn't manage > to get them anything on Christmas). > > The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her > second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings > and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the > mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills 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?" I queried. > The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud > did you scream?" I inquired. > > The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!" > > I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry > for help. > > > So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car. > > Sincerely, > Kenneth Lay > Former CEO, Enron > > :^D > > ______________________________________________________________________ Structure your ColdFusion code with Fusebox. Get the official book at http://www.fusionauthority.com/bkinfo.cfm Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/cf-community@houseoffusion.com/ Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists
