Being Sensitive and KindWritten by Birmingham UK Com
I am very caring and sensitive. I think this is in part down to my tough upbringing. I worked on a cabbage farm since I was eight years old. My father was a dour and God fearing Evangalist who married a one armed Yugoslavian peasant from Skopje. She never spoke a word of English and still doesn't. My father moved on in late 1980's having eloped with a Tibetan Monk. I never heard from them again but I escaped from cabbages. I was an only child until my mother re married again and I now have 4 step sisters and 3 step brothers. I washed cars in biting winds of North East coast to earn money for family and despite looking after my mother and her young siblings I was thrown out of house and home at age of 18. I moved to London and was going to sleep rough. Since then I have encountered nothing but kindness. I remember my first day in capital. It was just after Halloween in 1987 and I found this old pumpkin which I wanted to slice up into pieces so I borrowed a meat cleaver I found at back of Chinese Restaurant and as I was returning to rubbish skip for pumpkin I bumped into a man who looked at me without saying a word and handed me total contents of his wallet. Can you believe it. I am sure that meat cleaver was lucky. With this kind donation I checked into a hotel. What luxury. I had never been in a hotel before. They had this thing called a bidet with fresh water pouring out of it that you could drink from. On second night I was in lobby trying on some sun glasses that I never intended to buy and doing my best James Bond impression and watching my reflection off shop window. I wondered if I could become an actor. Out of blue a total stranger walks up to me and in perfect Slav he hands me a suitcase, shakes my hand and thanks me for all my work for motherland. I thanked him also and praised motherland profusely. I felt so good and warm that someone appreciated me and I never had heart to tell this person that I didn't know what he meant. So uncanny that he should speak in a language I understood so well. It was almost as if he had singled me out from amongst crowd.
| | Sales Appointment - The DogWritten by Birmingham UK Com
I once found myself in a rough area of town on a business appointment. My directions told me that I was to visit a corner shop and talk to owner about some new financing for purchase of his property. Eventually I found battered shop in a local street known as 'bomb alley'. Litter was all over place and there were at least 3 abandoned cars in road. I knocked on Corner Shop door, it was after closing time but I had been assured that occupants would be in. Sure enough I heard scuffling around inside as my customer fumbled with his door keys. He was a man in his mid 30's, scruffy looking but amiable enough. As he ushered me inside his dog rushed past and made a bee line for living room. The guy was a kind enough soul. First thing he did was offer me a cup of tea. I got about half way through my presentation before it happened. His dog suddenly shit in corner of room and then wandered off upstairs. I couldn't believe it. I was horrified. What was worse is that man didn't appear to be all that concerned. I tried my best to carry on but both he and I were a little uncomfortable from that point. I really began to wish I was someplace else.
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