I wouldn't worry about that - where he'll take you, you don't need roads.
Posted on 07/29/2012 5:51:06 PM PDT by Lazamataz
DAYUM!
Glad you figured your way out of that one.
The next time you’re feeling kindhearted to a stray cat person (long story behind that appellation), call your friendly neighborhood cynical freedomposter, I’ll set you straight. And it won’t cost a bunch of rental days from Enterprise! Maybe just a lunch and a bubble tea on Buford Highway.
BTW, I just went tonight for the first time to a Szechuan place a few miles north of the Perimeter that was awesome! A good friend’s daughter’s boyfriend is Chinese, one of his family’s favorites. Place was really busy, and maybe 6-8 white people in the place.
Not this particular fellow, no. Maybe it would be a coworker who was secretly using drugs.
And then I wouldn't have known what to do.
I neither regret my past, nor wish to shut the door on it. It proves too useful.
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We can do Szechuan. I need to calm down for a few days first. Hey that’s right! It’s your treat this time! :)
I’ve been to Laz’s office once to pick him up to go to lunch. Without revealing any detail, I don’t think he’ll have any problems there. If he did, I would be *greatly* surprised!
Yeah, I enjoyed talking to you too. I’ve lost all my phone numbers, so we’ll need to exchange them again.
It had nothing to do with co-signing. It had to do with character evaluation. And while “trusting no one” sounds nice on paper, it makes for a pretty shitty world. So, human beings take risks on their hearts. And learn.
You can only be truly betrayed by one you care about.
ABSOLUTELY no problems to be had at MY office. LOL! Not even if your name is Achmed. PARTICULARLY if your name is Achmed. LOL!
Oh, and that’s exactly why I insisted we to the money-for-car trade there. No issues were likely to unfold on THAT particular plot of land.
I am glad you didn't go the gutter trash way, you have interesting and humorous views on things.
Yes. Not to COSIGN for anyone.
I agree you were getting a lesson here. Perhaps a reminder of the world you left behind and so that you can breathe a sigh of relief it’s no longer your life.
Wasn’t it Mark Twain who said that if you adopt a stray dog and feed it, you’ll have a loyal friend for life? A human in the same situation may end up killing you.
I changed nothing. I can't. But I did humbly ask God to change me.
I wouldn't worry about that - where he'll take you, you don't need roads.
Funny thing, one of our neighbor's was so very nice, great with kids and always wanted to go for a walk.
Harry came to the door and asked my Mother if he could take my sister for a walk but Mom knew she would have to clear it with Dad first. (and told him so)
Not a month later he was arrested for molesting little girls and spent a couple of years in the pen.
He was so lucky he didn't go to the same prison as my father, I have no doubt he never would have made it out alive.
Poor analogy? maybe, but it's all about trust.
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I breathe that sigh of relief every day I wake up.
No offense intended, but that’s rubbish. Those 12 step friends sometimes save my life.
First, thank God you made it out of that situation OK.
Second, thank you for sharing your experience.
I know someone who co-signed a loan for someone who couldn’t pay for some needed health care because the person: (a) had other financial priorities that were sort of frivolous, (b) didn’t hold down a steady job, and (c) had declared bankruptcy so was incapable of borrowing money.
The scenario you shared reminded me of the movie Parenthood (1988). It describes (among other things) a situation in which an adult ne’er-do-well son shows up on his elderly Dad’s doorstep with a bastard son from a one-night stand (I guess the mother abandoned the child, or something) and a load of gambling debt over which some shady people were demanding payment. The father said he’d lend his son the money, but on the condition the son had to commit himself to working for his father for a set number of years until it was paid off. The son agreed, the money changed hands, and then the son skipped town — for good.
Of course grandfather ended up raising the grandson.
I bailed a “friend” out once because his girlfriend (they had two kids) called crying that he was in jail for domestic violence and that she takes it all back.
He only threw the phone at me, I love him!
I had known them for many years and should have known better.
I was a fool to get involved.
I never saw them or my money again.
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