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THE STORY OF SHORTYLICKENS:
All right, I'll share. This is not a made up story, it actually happened to me.
When I was in the Navy, I got stationed at a small shore command for my final tour. Generally at small bases you have a home-town feel where people look out for each other and get along well.
That was not the case here. There was a feeling of hostility up and down the chain of command, civilians were not always treated well either.
Alchohol problems were constant, especially bar fights.
In the Navy we have this program called MWR. Morale, Welfare and Recreation.
Its run by civilians and sometimes they get help from sailors to get projects done. But mostly its there for the benefit of sailors, so they can have fun with a minimum of effort and money.
They run the on base bowling and gym, and things like the pizzaria, camping equipment rental and any other odd little things related to sailor recreation.
Sometimes even tickets for trips or major league games.
At this particular base, they didnt recieve much funding and had to charge an aweful lot for tickets. Sailor rarely participated and many events never even got off the ground. Their job was to improve morale and they couldnt, some people on base even disliked them because of it.
However there was nice little civilian who worked for MWR and worked well. She never complained, always tried to come up with new ideas for fun on and off base, and even took abuse from her many bosses with a pretty healthy attitude.
Her name was Courtney.
After she had been working with us for about 6 miserable months, tragedy struck her. Her folks were driving along one of the most dangerous stretches of highway in southern california (not to mention the entire US) and they had an accident. I dont remember all the details after so many years, but I do know that her mother was killed instantly and her dad was labeled "expectant" immediatly upon arrival at the hospital. Apparently, the doctor was one of those who didnt like losing patients. He fought to keep the old man alive and the old man fought to stay alive. After a long surgery the status was raised to Critical. Things didnt look good at all but he somehow hung on. He was in critical care for weeks and after a month or so was sent home.
During this episode, Courtney was a wreck. Her friends and coworkers tried to console her, but it didnt help much. She managed to get through it without losing her sanity, but she was not the same person afterwards.
Around the time her dad got out, they were making arrangements to bury her mom. Now I knew damn well that a funeral would cost her a lot of money and I sure couldnt help her with it. But I knew I had an oppertunity to make her life better, and I took it.
I went to the bank, withdrew 300 bucks in 50's and slipped it in a plain envelope, along with a note suggesting she use it to help with her travel expenses and such. Slipped it on her desk later that evening, when I knew she wouldnt be around.
Briefly thought about sharing my name, but I knew she would want to give it back. For the same reason I thought it best to not share news of my actions with anybody else.
The moral of the story is: It felt nice to help somebody out. Especially when its a nice person that deserves help.