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People Don’t Anymore

I was outside taking a mid-morning break when an older gentleman walked out of the store.

I watch the people around me and notice things. It’s a good habit.

This gentleman was wearing a heavy coat, red baseball cap, grey running shorts reminiscent of Army PT gear, flip flops, and socks. His gait wasn’t the steadiest. I thought that better footwear would be a good thing for him the way he was walking because one little slip off the curb and…

There he went. Straight to his right side, luckily not hitting his head but knocking the glasses from his face. The chicken and book he was carrying went flying. Embarrassing for anyone but for a man, especially older, this is a strike to the ego.

And I did something I’m ashamed of, and you’re thinking I laughed.

I didn’t.

I hesitated.

And if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know why I hesitated.

People. I don’t like being around people much, but I enjoy peopleβ€”especially the elderly because they have so many stories and a lifetime of those stories to tell.

They’ve existed, like I have, in a time before social media and things like smartphones. We were connected to a world that didn’t have a signal. We were connected through actual relationships to people. Some of us still are.

I hesitated because, in this litigious society, you can have the best of intentions and still end up neck-deep in trouble you don’t want just by doing the right thing.

I don’t care; I still do the right thing. I just hate that I hesitated for a fraction of a second.

I ran over, and after a couple of tries, we got him back on his feet.

β€œAre you okay?”I asked.

β€œYeah. That’s the second time this week.”

I’m thinking it’s only Monday.

β€œThanks for helping. People don’t anymore,” he said.

People should. Maybe if we all did, it would make the world a better place.

People see what you do. Positive things people see others do can have a positive influence.

Someone’s always watching. You might think I’m talking about God, which is true.


But I’ve got someone else watching and learning from me. I can’t let him down.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Supposed To Be

Sometimes you wind up exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Last night I worked overnight on some activities. This has become my Thursday night thing.

At one of my stores I was looking for a large shipment that hadn’t come in yet and asked one of the new guys who was the manager on duty and this led me to the wrong person for the job but the person I was supposed to meet.

I won’t name her but as I approached and said β€œMa’am” to get her attention I figured she had earbuds in. Nope, just being a butthole and ignoring me.

Nope. Turns out she was deaf.

Now who’s the butthole?

In this version of me in retail I have never encountered a dead associate. But I’m ready. My daughter suffers from high range hearing loss and has to wear hearing aids as a result.

For this let’s just call the lady I met, E.

E told me that she had lost hear hearing quite recently due to a bout with meningitis. I know this can happen. It’s shocking how quickly we can lose one of our senses.

She and I talked several times throughout the course of the night. She’s trying to learn ASL but doesn’t know a good resource. I know several good resources, as does my wife.

E is just out there trying to find a good, safe job for herself with her particular condition.

She certainly isn’t letting it slow her down. She has every reason to sit at home and draw a check from disability I am sure.

But she ain’t. She’s making her own way.

Too long didn’t read?

Last night I ended up where I was supposed to be and made a new friend along the way. Someone that maybe I can help.

This is what life is about. Help where you can along the way. It ain’t about just you.

That’s it. That’s the post.


I’m Not

I’m not going to bow.

I’m not going to kneel.

I’m not going to submit.

I’m not going to start treating people any differently than I always have.

I’m not going to start judging people by color.

I’m not going to destroy.

I’m not going to harm.

I’m not going to let the angry masses tell me what’s right.

I’m not going to stop judging people by character.

I’m not going to stop helping.

I’m not going to stop being a friend.

I’m not.

Change The World (or Do A Kindness)

We went to a little Italian place tonight and I couldn’t finish the small pizza I ordered. I knew this when I ordered but wanted a Hawaiian pizza.

(Stop here for a moment. This isn’t about you not liking pineapple on your pizza. It’s not that I don’t care, I can’t. I love pineapple and ham on a pizza. It’s perfection.)

The waitress asked me if I had a problem with the food. I told her no, I was full and we’d had a late lunch. We’ve never had a bad meal or service at that restaurant. She said I might be a blessing in disguise because one of the boys that worked in the kitchen was hungry and had no money to eat.

Okay, I heard one of the boys in the back was angry. The waitress had walked away and I looked at the wife and said said, β€œDid they do something to my pizza?”

She told me the waitress said hungry not angry. I felt something push me up out my chair and went to find the waitress. Reached in my pocket and pulled out a twenty and told the waitress to put it in the boys pocket, just make sure he got it.

It doesn’t matter how bad you got it someone else has it worse. I was wasting food someone else would gladly take. I would have spent that twenty on something stupid most likely. He’ll eat another meal or two.

I’m blessed. Beyond measure. What I have is fantastic. I surely hope I never receive what I deserve.

I got friends, family, a decent job and food in my belly. My kids want for nothing and have a roof over their heads. And they are loved just like the rest of my friends and family.

Count your blessings.

(This ain’t tooting my own horn or nothing. Go out and do nice things for people that can’t do anything for you so that they in turn may do nice things for others. It’s one of the only ways we’ll change this world.)

Devil’s Stomping Ground Lancaster, SC

Here’s the story:

Is the Devil’s Stomping Ground here in Indian Land?

ByΒ Gregory A. Summers
Carolinas Gateway Online
Tuesday, October 26, 2010 at 8:00 pmΒ 

Could Indian Land be haunted? Some say it just might be.

Nestled in the heart of a pine thicket just off U.S. 521 in Indian Land, there’s a dingy 40-foot circle of ground where nothing grows.

Those who pass the field overhead would think that it’s a crop circle, but that’s not the case.

The coarse, black soil here is so hard that it will break the handle of a pick axe for anyone who tries to till it.

Tests on the soil have confirmed that it’s completely sterile and that it may be the oldest crop circle in the world. But crop circles grow back, right? Not here.

There are no traces of life – no earthworms, ants or even a single blade of grassΒ  – inhabit this barren circle. Even animals won’t cross over or enter it.

To make matters worse, it’s said that those who stand within the circle are overcome with feelings of panic, dread and nausea. If you place rocks and sticks inside the circle and return the next morning, they’ll be gone.

But what happened here? Could it be Satan himself? The Catawba Indians think so. They call this circle the Devil’s Stomping Ground.

Legend has it that the stomping ground once served as an execution site for several local Indian tribes, including the Catawbas and Waxhaws. Because of that, evil spirits are said to frequent the site to this day in search of condemned souls.

And on the nights when there is no moon, no wind and no sounds coming from the surrounding woods and everything is still, some say the devil himself shows up there to plot what future evil he plans to wreak on all of mankind.

And if you can show me where it is I would be in your debt. I’m fifty years old and have been chasing the paranormal on and off since I was fifteen. No one I know knows where this is. I believe it is a piece of fakelore.

I’ve been to the Devil’s Stomping Ground in N.C.