I am always considered by my friends as one of the nicest guys around. There have been times in my life I considered this a curse. But this has always been one of my greatest assets.
As I was growing up, I was aware of the fact that my family wasn't part of the upper crust and even though I had a love for sports, I wasn't athletic at all. I had a weight problem also. I had two things to turn to, a good sense of humor and a big heart.
Quite often as I was growing up, I would suffer because of my good nature. This would follow me into my adult years. Would always ending up have me wondering why. I guess it was the only way I could gain acceptance.
I met this member of the fair sex at work. I was 21. She was um, older and more uh.. experienced. Love is blind, but infatuation is completely senseless. And an young man who was an adult in the eyes of the law only, who thought with his nether regions is definitely a danger to himself.
I lived at home and only had a car payment at the time. We would all get together after work at the local watering hole. Some nights I would keep her supplied with drinks and cigarettes as we both smoked the same brand(BTW, I haven't had a cigarette since August, 1997). Night would always end up the same, she would leave with someone else. Next day she would be one of my best friends again, as she needed smokes. She would let me take her out again, same results. It's your own fault, Cliff.
Life goes on. Friends come, friends go. Some give, most take.
I worked at an appliance store for a few years. I was on commission as was most of the folks there. I knew a lot about the product and I also knew how to take care of grief caused by other salesmen. I assisted many who made quite a bit more than I, while my family did without. It's your own fault, Cliff.
Nobody want's to see you cross to their side of the track.
We were members of this church where the members seemingly forgot where they come from, but didn't want others to follow, especially if they were different. My crime was that I come from the wrong side of the Ohio River. We went to a Bill Gaither Homecoming concert several years ago in Cleveland. We were supposed to go as a church group, or so I thought. We got there and went up to our seats. One of my children went up to the group and the person who purchased the tickets told us that our seats were "down there" away from the group. I did not enjoy the show. After another snub, I wanted to leave the church, but my wife wouldn't let me because our daughter liked it there. It's your own fault, Cliff.
Welcome to my miserable existance. Nice guys don't finish last. We need to be close to the front so people can locate us to use us.