Saved One Of His Nine Lives

, , , , | Hopeless | November 26, 2017

A lovely cat who found me at work came right into my busy, noisy warehouse looking for me — big trucks and vans constantly in and out, three forklifts, 15 men (and me) with noisy, loaded pallet trucks moving around in every direction! He had no fear, and just wanted the hugs and cuddles I had on offer.

He also had a huge, nasty abscess on his face. So, I came in one day prepared to crate him up and take him to the vet ASAP. He had to spend six unhappy hours in the carrier until I got off work and drove to the doctor’s office — but he was good.

It took a week of healing before they felt he was strong enough to be neutered, but that was done, too.

I couldn’t bring him home.

Last Saturday — the only time I could go see him, as office hours and my work hours do not align during the week — we took a score of videos. I picked the best one, made it public, and tried to find him a home as an indoor cat only, away from cars and danger, as he had no fear of anything.

For two weeks he was in kitty jail — on my dime — and I was losing hope, but yesterday a friend took her two kids to see him. And today? They took him home!

I am a cat person and I think this guy knew right away that I was his hope for a warm, safe, happy life, one way or another. I am so happy that he was saved as he has so much love to give! Never give up hope, and remember always that the Internet is a wonderful tool that can help save lives.

Walked Into A Happy Resolution

, , , , | Hopeless | November 25, 2017

(Due to various circumstances I find myself finishing work at 2:30 am one night. The rest of my team is travelling on to a different job, and are going nowhere near the hotel I’m checked in to. I’ve already tried the taxi number I was given at the hotel, but there are no cars available. I try over twenty more numbers given to me by Google, but the only company that answers doesn’t have anything available to go to a small, rural town to collect just one person. I decide that I can walk the eight miles back to the hotel instead. It’s unlit most of the way, and about two-thirds of the way there I end up on a road without a pavement, but I make it safely in just under two-and-a-half hours. The night receptionist is outside smoking when I arrive. We chat for a bit, and I explain what I’ve just done.)

Me: “Breakfast, then a nap, then home, I think. What time’s checkout?”

Receptionist: “It’s at noon, but… Yeah, do you want a later checkout?”

Me: “Nah, work won’t pay for it.”

Receptionist: “I’ll put it in as a freebie. You’ve earned it.”

Me: “Well…”

Receptionist: “You’ve just walked farther in one night than I will in a month. There! You’re booked in for a 2:00 pm checkout. Plenty of time for breakfast and a nap.”

Me: “Thanks!”

(I got enough sleep to manage the three-hour train journey home safely, thanks to that receptionist.)

Avoiding Deadpool

, , , , , | Hopeless | November 25, 2017

On holiday, beside the pool, my partner slipped on the marble poolside. While I am a qualified first aider, I am disabled, and was therefore unable to move to get supplies as I was not in my wheelchair. Luckily, I was close to where my partner fell.

Immediately after he fell, three or four people came to us. One brought towels to stop the bleeding as there was an awful lot of blood from his head wound, another found the first aid kit, and a third found the resort first aider. It was obvious my partner needed an ambulance, and that was arranged. While we waited, I needed to collect passports and visas for insurance purposes, and this man who we had never met before, another holiday maker, held my partner’s head together and staunched the bleeding while someone else helped me to my wheelchair so I could collect the necessities.

When I arrived back at the scene, I found just a pool of blood; my partner had been transferred to the ambulance, strangers had gathered our things into bags and put them in the ambulance for us, and they stayed to help get me and my wheelchair into the ambulance and even offered to come to the hospital with us to help at the other end.

The fact that these strangers were willing to get covered in blood and take time out of their holiday to help us made the experience much less terrifying, and meant I was actually able to get my partner the treatment he needed and come to the hospital with him.

His head injury was less severe than it appeared, but he still needed surgery. He came back to the hotel with me and was recovering well when the strangers who helped us came to check in and see how he was doing.

The moment in the ambulance when that stranger clasped my hand and told me it would be fine made me believe in humanity again.

Don’t Discount The Power Of Charity, Part 2

, , , , , , | Hopeless | November 24, 2017

Me: “Would you like to add a donation to [Charity] on to your purchase today?”

Customer: “Sure, why the heck not?”

Me: “How much would you like to donate today?”

Customer: “Let’s do five dollars.”

Me: “Oh, that’s wonderful! On behalf of [Retailer] and [Charity], I would like to thank you for your generous contribution today, sir!”

Customer: “What the h*** was that?”

Me: “I don’t follow, sir.”

Customer: “Can the sarcasm, buddy. I know five dollars isn’t much, but you didn’t have to make a scene over it!”

Me: *cluing in* “Oh, no, sir, that’s not what I was trying to do. No lie, I am genuinely grateful for your contribution. I may have overdone it a little because your donation is technically the biggest I’ve seen.”

Customer: *visibly calmer* “Oh… How much do other shoppers usually donate?”

Me: “They usually don’t donate at all, or at most one dollar with a lot of reluctance.”

Customer: “Is that so? All right, put me down for five more dollars.”

Me: “Yes, sir!”

 

Related:

Don’t Discount The Power Of Charity

What A Sweet Gesture

, , , , , | Hopeless | November 23, 2017

(I am working a long shift at the thrift store, and have not eaten for a while. A customer approaches me with a plastic bag with some white thing inside.)

Customer: “Hi! Who is the manager now?”

Me: “Well, that would be [Manager].”

Customer: “Oh. Well, is she out on the floor?”

Me: “No, ma’am. She’s in the back. Would you like me to call her up for you?”

Customer: “No, no, that’s fine. How many people are working today?”

Me: “Three.”

Customer: “Only three?! Well, I guess you each get a box.”

(She pulled three boxes of delicious-looking caramel rolls out of her bag and walked out, after I thanked her profusely. Not all customers are horrible!)

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