the fact that you thought that says your not a right or left one mate.stui magpie wrote:Walking up the hill tonight on the way home from work, I see this kid I know heading toward me. My first thought is, phuck, I don't need this now, comeon Sam, cut me a break.
The "kid", Sam is late 30's and he and all his brothers are........NQR is the best way I can describe it. It's some genetic intellectual disability thing, I may have been told the name of it once but I forget. They all look fine, no physical signs like Down Syndrome, but they're impacted.
Sam and his older brother are good kids, I bump into them every now and then. Sam always runs the same repertoire past me. have I seen his dad lately, hows gav (my step son) and a couple of other standard lines, I tell him to look after himself and we go on our way.
This time was different. I said G'Day Sam waiting for the standard lines but this time he goes "my dad's dying"
Well, that threw me out. I like his Dad, see him around and have a chat whenever we bump into each other, little older than me, blue collar bloke with his own business (with a partner) and just a nice bloke who has a lot more coin than he looks like cos he's just unpretentious.
Apparently in Royal Melbourne (Sam only knew it was the hospital in the city) for the last week, bleeding on the brain and on life support. When I said I hoped he was OK, Sam just looked at me and said "he's not coming home, he's going to die there"
I think the bugger was waiting there for me, and I felt like a right cnut for thinking how I could duck or shortcut the conversation
just think you could have crossed the road, turned around, lowered your head - you didnt. He needed you, you were there, well done.Ill Chuck one up for his Dad, you never know...
Life can be so godamn cruel...
cheers, you will be needed again xxx