Yesterday the CO sent me an email in which he once again shot down some of my ideas in a disrespectful manner. He then proceeded to trivialize my concerns. I also learned that another adult that I share some of my frustrations with has been forwarding my comments to the CO. Resultantly, I spent the evening in Clickerville frustrated, angry and feeling betrayed. I am not feeling much better today. I need to strongly consider if my involvement in the unit is worth the anxiety. I thoroughly enjoy all other aspects of the program and B is really starting to enjoy it.
Yesterday I was driving along and noticed a bag with what appeared to be a wire hanging out of it. Intrigued, I quickly pulled over to investigate. As I approached the black bag I saw that it was filled with electronics among other things. I quickly picked it up and returned to my truck. Once inside, I peered into the bag and discovered a GPS navigation system, Sony PSP, Blackbery and a wallet. It was a triangular back with a single shoulder strap and a zipper on top. I started the truck and pulled out continuing on to the health club. Passing a police officer parked on the side of the road, I considered giving it to him but decided to return it to the owner myself. Later when I arrived back at the office, I found an entry in the Blackberry address book titled "Dad". I dialed the number and reached a gentleman with a thick South American accent. After a couple of tries he finally realized that I had found his son's gadget bag.
Last night I met the bags owner in a McDonald’s parking lot. He appeared to be Hispanic with a short stout build. His Patriot's hat shadowed a face marked with multiple piercings and I could see the edge of a tattoo on his neck. He had a relieved look on his face glancing at the bag that hung on my shoulder. We discussed how the bag slid off the hood of his truck unnoticed until my sharp eyes detected the incongruous object lying by the side of the road. As I handed the bag to him he looked embarrassed and mumbled something about having no money to pay me. I reached out to shake his hand and looking him in the eye said "You owe me nothing". "You owe the next person that needs help". "It's called paying it forward". With that I got back in my truck, patted my dog and proceeded back to Clickerville.
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Excellent. I love the "paying it forward" concept. A gentleman needed some bus fare from me once. He didn't have the look of a hustler or panhandler to me. He thanked me profusely and asked me to give him my address or whatever so he could repay me...I just told him to remember this and help someone in a similar position should he ever come across them in the future...Hope you're well...GaP
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