I stopped at the TEXAN II tonight on my way back from my
hotel from dinner and I did something I’ve never done before.
I had a few beers, ok nothing new; and I and I had a few
random conversations; again nothing new.
However, right before I left, I met a girl. She was far from my type. She was COVERED in tattoes. On her arms, her chest, even her face. In fact, she had just gotten a new face
tattoo, but she was sweet.
I don’t know how I knew she was sweet, but I knew she was. I
talked to her for only a few minutes.
Not long. She ordered some
drinks for her friends. She ordered
drinks for her friends even though she didn’t have enough money for them, but
she paid in cash, regardless, because she ‘owed’ them because they had bought
her drinks.
I asked her “is someone gave you $100, what would you do
with it?”
She said “I’d save it.”
“ I need $800 to take my barber’s
class and I have $650 right now”
I said “You wouldn’t spend it on shots or tattoos?”
She said “No way,
$100 would change my life”
I gave her $100.
She cried and said “thank you, Sir” about 15 times. I told her “make it count”. “Don’t tell your friends, stop crying and
make it count”. “DO something with it.” “Don’t tell anyone and don’t’ follow me.” “Put it to something useful”
Then I left.
