> -----Original Message-----
> From: Riemer, Thomas
> Sent: Tuesday, January 22, 2002 3:23 PM
> To: Bruce Townsend (E-mail); Ed Hester (E-mail); Mapes, Glenn; Richards,
> Jim; Verstraete, Jim; Julie Rice (E-mail); Kerry Riemer (E-mail); Larry
> Hoy (E-mail); Goldman, Michelle; Mike Bondi (E-mail); Gordon, Mike A; Pat
> Weber (E-mail); Rebbecca MacIntyre (E-mail)
> Subject: Guido's touching story....you must read to the end
>
> Xmas in NYC...
>
> About a week before Christmas, I was rushing around trying to get some
> last minute shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very
> fondly of the Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in
> the parking
> lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy.
> I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So
> mumbling under my breath, I retraced my
> steps to the mall entrance.
> As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a
> quiet sobbing.
> The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old.
> He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
> flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough,
> he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand. Thinking that he had
> gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his
> sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had three
> brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years
> old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She
> made very little to support her large family. Nevertheless, she had
> managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children
> Christmas presents.
> The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her
> second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings
> and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the
> mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and
> disappeared into the night.
> "Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
> The boy said, "I did."
> "And nobody came to help you?" I wondered. The boy stared at the
> sidewalk and sadly shook his head.
> "How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
> The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
> I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for
> help.
>
> So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car!!
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