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A Story From My Past
In junior and senior highschool I was creative, rebellious and adventurous.
I made money by betting on My abilities, not someone else's.
In the mid to late 1960s we didn't have 7-11s or any of the chain or franchise enterprises we have today.
We had " News Stores" that were basically a modern day 7-11 and a CVS combined but without the pharmacy. And they carried every newspaper and magazine printed.
I would bet my buddies that I could go into Nestor's, our newsstore, and steal anything. The guys would bet a quarter or up to a dollar ( good money back then) that I couldn't steal a particular item.
I would accept the bets and go into the store.
15 minutes to half an hour later I would emerge from the store and walk around to the side of the building.
There I would produce the items. I collected my bets and to their collective dismay would return to the store where I would return what I had stolen.
I never explained myself to my buddies. But this would occur at least once a week for five years.
What I didn't explain is what my dad taught me:
Once you steal You are a Thief.
When people learn You are a Thief, you will Never be Trusted.
Back then, I couldn't imagine living anywhere beyond ten miles away. I simply didn't want the reputation of a thief.
I enjoyed the challenge, the rush, the danger but I didn't sacrifice my integrity in the process.
The reason I share this is because an event in my current life reminded of it.
At worst please consider it the rambling of an old man with many adventures and memories.
Thank you for your time.
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A Story From My Past
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