So back in high school there was this kid in my class, and we hated each other. I dont mean like we didnt like each other, or we kinda annoyed each other. This was nasty brutal hatred. This kid used to gang up on me after school and stuff with about 4 or 5 friends and theyd just beat the crap out of me about once a week. Im a pretty decent fighter, but I was out numbered 5-1 so yeah... not a good chance. This went on for four years mind you.
So wham! Here we are 2 years later and Im going to college just down the road from where I grew up and this all went down. Im up at the local gas station getting fuel and my usual extras, a Butterfingers candybar, an A&W cream soda, and a cheap vanilla cigar. So while Im waiting for the gal behind the counter to ring this up I look down and notice this can with aslit in the top, and its got the face of that kid that used to wail on me on the front of the can. So I start reading the wording on this can.
This kid has come down with some sort of rare parasite. His family is asking for donationations to pay for the operation to fight it, and I happen to have a little money in the bank right now, and Im thinking about donating. I was going to give him some money, but I started to reflect on the great times we used to share. I walk out the door and I dont put so much as a penny in that can.
That was about a month ago. Today I go into that same gas station for my fuel, candybar, and soda. My old friend still got his jar in there, but we got an update. It appears that they didnt raise enough money to get the treatment and this parasite had spread to his left arm. As a result of this spreading they had to amputate the arm, so they are still trying to raise money before he loses more limbs and ultimately dies. Essentially he is being eaten alive insideout.
Now keep in mind this is the same kid that used to mock my family, and say many unkind things about my mother and sister whom I care about a great deal. This is the same kid that would call me and my friends a bunch of fags, and then single us out and beat us up.
My question is should I put my money in that can?
So wham! Here we are 2 years later and Im going to college just down the road from where I grew up and this all went down. Im up at the local gas station getting fuel and my usual extras, a Butterfingers candybar, an A&W cream soda, and a cheap vanilla cigar. So while Im waiting for the gal behind the counter to ring this up I look down and notice this can with aslit in the top, and its got the face of that kid that used to wail on me on the front of the can. So I start reading the wording on this can.
This kid has come down with some sort of rare parasite. His family is asking for donationations to pay for the operation to fight it, and I happen to have a little money in the bank right now, and Im thinking about donating. I was going to give him some money, but I started to reflect on the great times we used to share. I walk out the door and I dont put so much as a penny in that can.
That was about a month ago. Today I go into that same gas station for my fuel, candybar, and soda. My old friend still got his jar in there, but we got an update. It appears that they didnt raise enough money to get the treatment and this parasite had spread to his left arm. As a result of this spreading they had to amputate the arm, so they are still trying to raise money before he loses more limbs and ultimately dies. Essentially he is being eaten alive insideout.
Now keep in mind this is the same kid that used to mock my family, and say many unkind things about my mother and sister whom I care about a great deal. This is the same kid that would call me and my friends a bunch of fags, and then single us out and beat us up.
My question is should I put my money in that can?
Kharma.
