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So, I'm walking home from job searching today, and come across a young lady sitting outside of one of the housing complexes around here. I walk on by for a moment, but then get second thoughts. Turning back around, I sit next to her and ask her if anything's wrong, if she wanted to talk.
I don't want to say every little detail of this woman's private life, but suffice to say that it's an upsetting situation involving possible abuse and possible extortion by a family member. She tells me she needs to go to Tom Thumb (the Texas equivalent of Safeway for you non-texans) to work this all out - she had a job there, and something involving the job started the whole mess. I hurry home, call up a friend, and with his help, we manage to get her there (and to get her some shoes - it's complicated)... all the while, she's been in tears. I don't know the discussion that went on, but apparently she went 'back' to work afterwards, and she was un-kicked-out from her house (where said dickhead family member lives) on grounds that she kept the job. Before I had to go, I gave her my number and said that if she needed anything, she could call me.
It raised a lot of questions, though.
Did I do a good deed, or did I just stick my nose where it doesn't belong? Am I good for helping this lady, who was obviously on the verge of a breakdown, or am I a bastard for meddling in other peoples' lives? Will this come back to haunt me like so many other supposed good deeds?
Is she going to be alright? I can't keep her here at my place - there's simply no room; there's hardly room for me. She had to go back to a household which was very clearly quite bad for her. Was there more that I could have done?
Why was it me? Am I the only person left in the world who cares about his fellow man? There were quite a few people out walking when I was on my way home, did all those people just pass her on by without batting an eye? How long was she sitting there before I offered to help..?
Needless to say, though, all it takes to make you feel like your own problems are meaningless is for you to meet someone who has it that much worse than you...
I dunno. I needed to mention this, since I don't know if I could tell my roommate in person about it, and I needed to get it off my chest..
I don't want to say every little detail of this woman's private life, but suffice to say that it's an upsetting situation involving possible abuse and possible extortion by a family member. She tells me she needs to go to Tom Thumb (the Texas equivalent of Safeway for you non-texans) to work this all out - she had a job there, and something involving the job started the whole mess. I hurry home, call up a friend, and with his help, we manage to get her there (and to get her some shoes - it's complicated)... all the while, she's been in tears. I don't know the discussion that went on, but apparently she went 'back' to work afterwards, and she was un-kicked-out from her house (where said dickhead family member lives) on grounds that she kept the job. Before I had to go, I gave her my number and said that if she needed anything, she could call me.
It raised a lot of questions, though.
Did I do a good deed, or did I just stick my nose where it doesn't belong? Am I good for helping this lady, who was obviously on the verge of a breakdown, or am I a bastard for meddling in other peoples' lives? Will this come back to haunt me like so many other supposed good deeds?
Is she going to be alright? I can't keep her here at my place - there's simply no room; there's hardly room for me. She had to go back to a household which was very clearly quite bad for her. Was there more that I could have done?
Why was it me? Am I the only person left in the world who cares about his fellow man? There were quite a few people out walking when I was on my way home, did all those people just pass her on by without batting an eye? How long was she sitting there before I offered to help..?
Needless to say, though, all it takes to make you feel like your own problems are meaningless is for you to meet someone who has it that much worse than you...
I dunno. I needed to mention this, since I don't know if I could tell my roommate in person about it, and I needed to get it off my chest..
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