For any disbelievers.
I took this photo in North Hobart about this time last year.
Arthur
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For any disbelievers.
I took this photo in North Hobart about this time last year.
Arthur
Steady on Stevo! It was only meant as a 'have a think about this for a minute' post, not a bit of empty dogma. What is worse is those who spout off about 'I donated XXXX $ to this organisation, aren't I a hero' types who are mostly only telling you this in order to get the much anticipated praise for their actions.
Read into it what you like but if it helps jog at least 1 person to do something positive then it has done its job:)
Stay warm - and fuzzy:D
JC
Whay it is wrong to spate a thought and donate money as well, Justin all all the other poster including me did not said that we did not donate money ;)
Good on all those who do something -anything. A big raspberry to those who just rant about dole bludgers and say homelesness is their fault. One day it could be you...
I'd like to relate a tale if I may.
We are speaking here of the disinherited of society, the poor, the homeless.
Some few years ago when I was but a callow youth and working at my first "real" job in the city of Melbourne, I was out and about on the streets of the city a little prior to lunch hour.
I happened to pass Allan's music store, which in those days was much closer to the general retail hubbub than it is today. Outside on the pavement were a couple of upright pianos. I think they may have been having a big sale though that's not the point.
As I was approaching the store I noticed an elderly gent who looked a right wretched individual. In clothes that were unkempt and a generally dismal appearance about him right down to the miserable expression on his face.
Much to the abject horror of one of the sales staff this wretched soul sat at one of the pianos and started to play. Now when he played his face lit up. It was obvious that this man could not only play a piano well (Rachmaninov for those in the know) but also derived significant pleasure from it. Now those of you in the know will also know that any piece of classical music is difficult to play, let alone from memory. To achieve this level of knowledge this man must have had at some point in his life access to a piano and a very good teacher for long periods. You don't get that good without practice, lots of practice.
I regret that due to being the office gopher I had to be elsewhere for my errand and was unable to stay. To the credit of the sales folk not a one of them attempted, at least while I was briefly there, to remove him or even make him desist. As I was returning that way I passed just in time to notice that not only had he drawn a small crowd of admirers but they applauded his efforts.
To this day I still wonder just where that man had come from and what had brought him to the level at which he then appeared.
So, yes folks, you just never know, one day it could be you.
I haven't always been able to help directly but I have never refused the Salvo's, Smith Family, or any other of the good workers, a sheckel or few, that I could afford to give, whether solicited or no.
Thank you for listening.
Cheers,
Iain
It's not always possible to give time, so money is a good replacement, but sometimes money is not possible so time is the next best thing.
As long as you give something, it all helps even if it's only once a year.
I like your story RangieBit, so true, it doesn't take much for our world to go pear shape, and one doesn't have to have a mental condition to start with, but one can develop one quickly. Loose the job, the house, the wife, have you family written off in a car accident.......can all leave you on the street wondering what happened to my life.
We live in the best country country in the world, the powers that be treat it like a joke, so the rest of us have to hold it together.