Since moving to Covington, Kentucky in July of 2011, I’ve written many posts here about how people have considered me their own free cigarette dispenser. It was turning out to be such a problem that I now almost totally refuse anybody a free smoke.
Now, when I’m out for my walks and when someone approachs me, I have four standard answers that I give.
- “I don’t smoke anymore.”
- “I bummed this from someone.”
- “I didn’t bring them with me.”
But there’s this one guy that I sometimes see who always appears down on this luck. I can tell that it’s hard for him to ask me for a cigarette and I simply don’t have the heart to give him one of my four standard answers.
Having not seen him for a few weeks, I ran into him this past Saturday morning when I was out for a walk. He seemed glad to see me.
“Hey,” He said. “I’ve got something for you.
He reached into his coat pocket and handed me a pack of cigarettes. It was even my brand.
“Finally got a little money ahead,” he said. “Time to give you a little payback.”
I shook the man’s hand, thanked him and continued on my walk.
Starting to head home, I thought to myself that no stranger has never done this for me before, just giving me a pack of cigarettes. Sometimes it’s nice to get rather than give and like I’ve said many times before, acts of kindness need to be shared.
(Photo of Larry found on the internet)