Gang Stalking – For want of .11 cents an old man goes hungry.

Okay, I’m warning you again, nothing about gang stalking. I let you know this because some of you don’t want to read about anything else but gang stalking.

I stood in line to pay for what I bought and an old man  stood ahead of me in line. He had a loaf of bread which looked like it had seen better days. It was his turn in line to pay. The cashier rang up the bread and told him it’s  .99 cents. He said, “I thought it was only .88 cents. I have only .88 cents.” The cashier said, ” No the price changed yesterday. It’s now .99 cents.” He said, “But I have only .88 cents.” The cashier sent the girl who puts things in the bags to check the price. I said to the old man, “It’s okay, I’ll give you the .11 cents.”  He looked at me as if I’d said a dirty word. He said,  “NO! I won’t take it.” I said, “But it’s only .11 cents. It won’t make much difference in my life.” He stood up straight with all the strength he had and said in a very clear voice, “NO!, I won’t take it.” He quickly ran out of the store without the bread.

I can understand pride. I have pride, but there are times when all of us help. This old man  probably had nothing else to eat at home, if he had a home, but still his pride wouldn’t take .11 cents from me.  I have pride, but if I needed .11 cents to keep me alive, I’d take the .11 cents.

The old man is probably on Social Security and ran out of money. The way elderly people in this country have to live is a shame. We should be learning from their wisdom and not abusing them as we do. Every time I think of the old man going hungry it makes me want to cry.

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