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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, January 17, 2023

I Have Changed

A partial reprise of my story from
May 22nd, 2015
of my post called 
It's only a partial because this is the story I want to tell.
*****
Today,
I went to recycle my plastic bottles
and cans because I needed the extra money.
Out of the whopping $35.00 I received,
I immediately went to put $25.00 worth of gas into my car.
While I was at the gas station
I saw these two young guys pushing their car,
uphill,
towards the gas pumps.
Of course,
I helped push.
Once,
the car was next to the pump,
the youngest of the two asked if I had any spare change to give them.
I immediately thought to myself,
"Well you shouldn't have gone to the casino."
Plus,
this is really hard to confess,
I was judging them because they were Black.
I told him I was broke
and he got into their car.
While I pumped my gas I noticed nobody came out of their car to pump gas in theirs.
I thought about it,
then started feeling guilty about my profiling the two  
  and decided,
"What does it hurt to give up five bucks."
I knocked on the front passenger's window
and the young guy opened his door.
  There I saw this older fellow sitting in the driver's seat with an oxygen tank next to him.
He was being helped by an oxygen machine to function in life.
I gave them the five bucks,
they all shook my hand,
asked me my name and mailing address,
saying they would mail me a check for the five dollars. 
I told them,
it was the way I was brought up
and that they should pass it on.
If they see someone in need,
they should help them out.
They promised me they would
and the older gentleman said to me
"God will bless you for this."
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This is,
I Work On Being Woke Everyday of My Life
And Hopefully Someday I Will Be Blessed For It When I Get There
Jim Hauenstein

And

“My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.”
- Sylvia Plath-
 
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
 
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I did update the original story.
This version is the truth.
And I still work on being Woke everyday!
 

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