tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post907014408374737706..comments2023-10-12T10:10:26.191-05:00Comments on Second Effort: A lesson carried from the cafeteria serving line to Loop street cornersThe Curmudgeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14723009641287783218noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-22061633025814673592009-01-27T12:16:00.000-06:002009-01-27T12:16:00.000-06:00I came here cuz it's my Tuesday habit, but will le...I came here cuz it's my Tuesday habit, but will leave with a new outlook. Thank you for that.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13408633498198921799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-19126843179419510072009-01-24T13:59:00.000-06:002009-01-24T13:59:00.000-06:00Curmudgeon -As usual a very good post.Although I d...Curmudgeon -<BR/><BR/>As usual a very good post.<BR/><BR/>Although I don't agree with some of your commenter's comments - in particular the not giving of money to addicts (drugs or alcohol). I must agree with Rob - "<BR/>It takes so little and makes such a difference"<BR/><BR/>My reply is too long to post as a comment - so I Blogged it today.<BR/><BR/>The Beach BumThe Beach Bumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16459921418291067269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-36548348608070928322009-01-23T17:53:00.000-06:002009-01-23T17:53:00.000-06:00Two things.You reminded me of college food. To th...Two things.<BR/><BR/>You reminded me of college food. To this day, I will not eat what were then called wing dings, now, with sauce, buffalo wings, or tater tots. My college in the first two years when I had to be on the food plan, had cornered the market on stunted chickens and what was left over after good things were done with potatoes.<BR/><BR/>Second, I've always had a difficult relationship, such as it can be with street people. I can afford to give them a buck; but, for the most part I don't. I know most are addicted to something or just plain lazy. I do nod and say no thanks walking past them. Usually they are hardened veterans and either look at me witheringly or continue their speil. Some have learned that "God Bless you anyway sir" line.<BR/><BR/>So, is there someone that really needed help, that I could have helped, and didn't? It bothers me now and again.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411527807049220749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-29680567501047775952009-01-23T14:36:00.000-06:002009-01-23T14:36:00.000-06:00I lived and worked in a coop dorm at IU. I also w...I lived and worked in a coop dorm at IU. I also worked as a maid, so I know quite well what you mean about becoming invisible. One of the things I very much like about my new life is that things up here move slowly enough that you can (in fact it is expected)stop and talk with sales clerks and cashiers and other shoppers in the line with you. In the summer when we see folks looking lost (no one comes here in the winter..), someone will always ask if they need help and give it to them. When I was new here, folks would walk me to whatever I was trying to find rather than just tell me directions. We don't have many buskers or panhandlers or magazine sellers, but I had the opportunity to watch one day through a coffee shop window at a busker across the street. Folks put money in and brought their children to put money in and talked to the musician. That part of life up here is just great. Now if we could only do something about the wind...landgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15656482044132959956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-12506535343862906422009-01-23T14:23:00.000-06:002009-01-23T14:23:00.000-06:00It sounds like a job in prison.It sounds like a job in prison.Jean-Luc Picardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-10403721795027965672009-01-23T14:07:00.000-06:002009-01-23T14:07:00.000-06:00i can tell you for certain in my neck of the woods...i can tell you for certain in my neck of the woods the panhandlers are addicts and alcoholics. i know from seeing them in meetings when they are clean. we know they are back "out" when we pass them on the street begging. i do not give money to them because it is enabling them. we know one that died under a bridge with a needle in his arm and his sign still in his hand. it makes me SO SAD curmy, so sad. and "you know who" has been there too. i can barely stand the thought of it. sorry... my bad.<BR/><BR/>smiles, bee<BR/>tyvcEmpress Bee (of the high sea)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08300140506585000934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19673259.post-71483986286596930322009-01-23T10:12:00.000-06:002009-01-23T10:12:00.000-06:00It's kinda scary & sad how people are so p...It's kinda scary & sad how people are so pressed for time, both literally & artificially, that they rarely even take a moment to make eye contact or a nod of acknowledgment to others. The company I work for actually instituted a policy - and ran a training program in an attempt to reinforce it - that you must greet others in the hallways and other areas.<BR/><BR/>It takes so little and makes such a difference to extend that minuscule gesture towards others. For years, I've been loyal to a dry cleaners here in town simply because the ladies at the counter bothered to take note of, remember, and use my name. Knowing how this extra little effort makes me feel, I do my best to replicate that in my own dealings.Robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02101289328294242999noreply@blogger.com