Last week a guy stopped me, and told a LONG story about how he was locked out of his apartment, had come to Clifton to find his roommate, was unable to do so, and now was without a way home, and without a key into his pad.
After telling me this he asked if I had seen the movie “Pay It Forward”…
I laughed and asked him how much he needed without answering his question, to which he replied $3.50
I knew he probably didn’t need the money for a bus, but I decided a while ago that I wasn’t going to play the “he is just going to drink or smoke my three dollars” game, and I was going to give the money when I had it, rather than try to judge the validity or sincerity of the person asking.
One hour later, as I was in a meeting, I looked out the window, and who do I see…Mr. Pay It Forward! He had obviously not gone home on my $3.50.
I laughed and told the story to the person I was meeting with, and haven’t given it another thought
Today, a week later, I had meetings all day, and when they are through, I got in my car and begin putting some stamps on letters I needed to mail when I hear a knock at my window. I look up to see…Mr. Pay It Forward!
I roll down my window, say “what’s up” and ask how his day is going.
He responds by telling me he is having a bad day, and that he…you guessed it…is locked out of his apartment
I sit and let him tell his entire story
When he is finished I say “Bro, you know you hit me up for three bucks with that same story last week?”
My man’s face drops and turns red…he studders a bit, and says “I did”?
I say “yea ya did”
And he says back to me with a straight face “well, I payed it forward”
And this friends, is a story you will only hear from someone doing life in the city…gotta love it