(July of 2007, to December)
Just about every time I meet Anselmo (a man in his mid-fifties), or J.B. ((a man in his early twenties) (two sons without the need of mothers)) they'd greet me, walking with or with no buddies, down the streets or in the primary plaza of Huancayo, Peru, they place their hands out to me.
"Hello Lee, old buddy," they'd say to me. I'd inform them, "You have no blood in your face."
It is a poor and cold insult to a Peruvian. But deserving in their instances, and they know it. And it does not faze them 1 iota.
And they'd inform me some sad story of how small they had. They often produced it very sad, they even believed what they are telling me to be truth, yes certainly, they believed in their own lies. Can you beat that! I suppose due to the fact they've been telling them so lengthy.
They have not lived considerably, I inform myself-for negative they may possibly be in their own eyes, but they dress effectively, eat effectively, and have a roof more than their heads, dollars in their pockets, and most of their sort own land handed down to them from some deceased loved ones member to a different. I inform myself, they really should go to Haiti to see real poverty.
Those are sons without having mothers.
They commit a different person's cash and say they are broke only to ask for extra revenue to borrow at a later date, what they can not get with a smile, they take with a smirk. Attempt to get 1 cent from them- god-forbid a dollar, out of them. It really is not possible; it would be like bleeding a live horse dry.
Every single time I see them, in front of other pals (and they aren't alone in this category), I wonder how they are swindling 1 one more, or considering of how to swindling 1 an additional, with out the other understanding: what sort of blood is in their veins? I ask myself: black blood.
At 1 time Anselmo received $1500-revenue from me to do some thing for me, a thing he by no means did do for me, nor intended to do for me. And it didn't have any effect on him understanding he had intentions of performing for me nor paying me back simply because he knew he could not, so he swiftly spent the revenue so he'd not have to pay back, and what did he do with the dollars but pay his daughter's college tuition; nicely at least he did not hit the nearest bar or casino.
Fine, we had confrontation on that as you may well properly have guessed, when the time came to produce the service or return the income, and Anselmo begged I give him time to pay what he owed-6 months wasn't very good adequate, we had this confrontation; of course what he extremely meant was: to give him time, in hopes I'd overlook he owed me the dollars or service and forgive him of the sum out of kindness, and out of getting so very negative.
"You can trust me for it," he'd mentioned, "are not we good friends?"
"It is not a matter of trust, probably some friendship, otherwise I´d never ever have provided the income" I exclaimed, "It really is a matter of deception now."
"I have not got it," he reiterated, and thereafter reiterated and reiterated, till my wife and I got blue in the face, not him, it did not bother him. I know we all know people like this.
"You have it," I mentioned, "It is just you have other plans for it."
"You never understand," he'd comment, adding "do not be concerned about it, I will pay you quickly," so, Anselmo would say with a near pouting voice (if something he was a fantastic actor, he missed his calling).
"When?" my wife would ask him, and of course he had a thousand answers at his fingertips, from these extended enduring years of grabbing a single lie after the other when required, like carrots out of the ground when hungry; he had a superior memory, that is a prerequisite for a liar, lest he discover himself in a bind and getting to inform a single lie on leading of one more, and god forbid, he overlook which came initial.
"Quickly!" he'd say, "I will have it quickly!"
"By gosh," I told him to his face, 1 forenoon, "you are ahead of a noble and prestigious institution, and you can not pay such a tiny sum back, as if you and I are worse enemies, not top good friends, what type of a man are you?"
At that time he was going to all sorts of engagements and charging folks for this and that, and I suppose that is how he got these 5, 1 hundred dollar bills with each other that he was to pay me back with, and be forgiven the rest of the sum.
I told him a couple of instances, "You have no blood in your face," and he'd stare at me with these blameless droopy dog like eyes of his, no neck to speak of, overweight by fifty-pounds if not far more, attempting to look above suspicion, as if I was ripping his heart out of his chest. Nothing at all, specifically Absolutely nothing bothered him, cold as a fish on ice.
Such folks devote a further person's dollars on themselves or for vanity's sake, and they never ever, ever pay. Just Attempt to get a cent, and god forbid, a dollar from them.
Nicely, we are back getting close friends, I have buried the anger, the hurt, and the so named hatchet, as they say, and due to the fact he in no way did pay cash back for that final $1000-funds, he did pay in yet another way, and to be truthful, had it turned out any other way, this story would never ever have been written, so I give him credit if want be for that. And as for the young guy, I will just leave him out, and hope he'll locate the righteous path someplace in his lifetime.
No: 421 (written: six-22-2009; revised 9-4-2009 and once again, revised 5-2014)
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