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A Sad Christmas Story

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Subject: A sad Christmas Story

Late last week, 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 queried.

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.

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!


Kenneth Lay
Enron CEO
post #2 of 2
I know its only a joke and I can obviously forgive you for telling it but reading it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. If I ever saw that happen I might chase that person down and beat them mercilessly with whatever object I could find in my trunk (i.e. tire iron, jack, jumper cable, or the set of tire-chains I use to get to the good powder) :
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