| | Sam, to me, doesn't seem the type to need to much advise on choosing his friends. So long as he can be honest with them, and still enjoy their company, he loses no honor and, one assumes, gains some value. Luke's thread on disburdening oneself was good. Living in post-Giuliani New York (by which, I mean that the homeless and the beggars are out again in force) I do have to put up with some wretched souls and other self-destructive creatures on the train now every single day. (I often think that should a terrorist wish to disguise himself as a beggar, he could spread ricin or anthrax in his wake, unseen, and killing thousands in Bloomberg's socialist paradise.) While others either pointedly or guiltily look away, or hand the beggars change, I choose to give the beggars one free and valuable gift. I look them in the eye, and without pity or contempt say "sorry" with an inflection that means not that I am sorry for their condition, but rather "sorry, you're not getting anything out of me." I have not once been met with hostility, and sometimes actually see a look not quite of guilt, but almost of gratitude in their faces.
Ted Keer
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