The Kindness Of Strangers.....His name was Colin.

[Cormac135]

After a few days of being in the acute ward i was wheeled into a normal medical bay and for the next 3ish weeks i shared a room/cell with Colin, James and silent Peter.

As you can see i'm a talkative chap so i started chatting away with Colin, how to describe Colin, a neat dapper sweet soul of a man, forever changing in and out of clothes which never seemed to dwindle from his cupboard, i knew i recognized his face and sure enough he had been the local butcher on the street i grew up on, he looked remarkably like Mr Punch from Punch And Judy but oh what a sweet gentle soul he was, every morning he'd collect orders from myself and the racist James and pop off down to the hospital forecourt, a damn long walk, and he'd come back with newspapers, juice and bags of sweets, most times not the ones you'd ask for.

He was forever helpful even to the point of being used by James, whenever anything fell or you needed something brought within hands range he'd be there.

Have you ever met anyone as kind as Colin, tell us about them please.

 

[eddielee]

I had a boss, who would "give you the shirt off his back". He would do anything for me and expect nothing in return. He was just naturally kind and generous.

 

[Rickrock]

Nice hearing about good things for a change.

 

[PrinceCory]

After a few days of being in the acute ward i was wheeled into a normal medical bay and for the next 3ish weeks i shared a room/cell with Colin, James and silent Peter.



Have you ever met anyone as kind as Colin, tell us about them please.

Since I'm an elder person I should be able to think of at least a couple of people. But I can't think of any right now. There were probably some people I knew that were like that, that even though I wasn't on the receiving end, probably could have been if I would have asked for help. I have a really really hard time asking friends or relatives for help/favors...even something simple like can you give me a ride from the hospital to home. Or would you mind helping me move or transport some heavy object in your pickup truck.

 

[Harke the Boeotarch]

After a few days of being in the acute ward i was wheeled into a normal medical bay and for the next 3ish weeks i shared a room/cell with Colin, James and silent Peter.

As you can see i'm a talkative chap so i started chatting away with Colin, how to describe Colin, a neat dapper sweet soul of a man, forever changing in and out of clothes which never seemed to dwindle from his cupboard, i knew i recognized his face and sure enough he had been the local butcher on the street i grew up on, he looked remarkably like Mr Punch from Punch And Judy but oh what a sweet gentle soul he was, every morning he'd collect orders from myself and the racist James and pop off down to the hospital forecourt, a damn long walk, and he'd come back with newspapers, juice and bags of sweets, most times not the ones you'd ask for.

He was forever helpful even to the point of being used by James, whenever anything fell or you needed something brought within hands range he'd be there.

Have you ever met anyone as kind as Colin, tell us about them please.

After Colin fetching drinks, did James, Silent Peter and you go K.O. and wake up with a sore hole?

 

[Cormac135]

After Colin fetching drinks, did James, Silent Peter and you go K.O. and wake up with a sore hole?

Sadly no, two of them wearing piss bags kinda put me off.