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Do Me A Favour.

It is not in the line of duty, I will and cannot do this small favour and you of all people should never have asked me to do this in the first place. I will not be one of your favour seekers. I am and have been all of my life a free thinker. Independent from the day I left school. What I was taught at school was to be honest to one’s self. To think for myself and what is more important to be aware that there are many bad people roaming the streets of this world looking for weak minded persons that they can shamelessly use for their nebulous purposes.

Now for your own safety please go and do not bother me again with your proposals. I am not a thief, I do not tell lies for you or any other person I will be honest all of the rest of my life.

I could hardly believe my ears at what the man was telling me after all I only asked him if he would be so good and pick up the small wallet that had fallen from my pocket as I took my handkerchief from my trouser pocket. I walk with the aid of two sticks. A car accident had left me handicapped and certain things I cannot do any more. At that moment a young boy came from behind me and pushed my wallet into my hand with the words you have dropped this Mister. I thanked the young man looked hard at the lecturer that had ranted on about it not being in the line of his duty. I have never heard such trollop before in my whole life. I turned as quickly as my two sticks would allow me and without another word I walked off.

This gave me much to think about, first the man had taken me for a scoundrel, had practically called me a thief and the remark Me of all people should never have asked him to do me this small favour of picking up my wallet. Now things kind of exploded in my head. How dare he insinuate that I am a thief? A liar and only the good lord knows what. What would have happened if the young man had also been brought up in the same manner would anyone else have passed by and helped me? Now I felt anger rising in my chest. This is something that I cannot afford feelings of anger aggravate me to such an extent that I have problems with my breathing. I told myself forget the man. Yes just forget him after all if that is what he was taught by his teachers then it is his teachers that are to blame. The man himself is more to be pitied. As I approached my home the man was nearly forgotten. My wife greeted me saying you are back early, would you like a cup of coffee? I thanked my wife and sat down with a newspaper. On the second page was a photograph. My mind told me that I knew this face, it was the man that I had asked to pick up my fallen wallet. This Bigot with his school learning that did not include kindness or charity to his fellow men wanted to be the next Prime Minister. Without telling my wife what had happened in town I asked her what she thought of this man and his photo. My wife’s answer, “I do not trust him, look at his eyes. I then told my wife of my encounter with the man and his school learning. My wife was disgusted not helping someone in need and then wanting to rule the country. At the Women’s Meeting that afternoon she brought up this very subject. The women in the meeting could hardly believe what my wife had told them. Soon many telephones were ringing and the news quickly went all over the Country. The man even asked why none of the voting women wanted anything to do with him or his party. Perhaps when the voting was over someone just might tell him why he never became Prime Minister. No sad loss at least not on my part. Bern