What’s Your Scam?

I haven’t been out of my apartment in days. I haven’t been able to do much really. My recovery didn’t go as expected. I was allergic to the pain medication and found myself violently puking on Saturday.  I had a rash all over my upper body and my stomach was contracting so hard that I was deathly afraid my stitches weren’t going to hold. My face felt like it was splitting open. I was holding the side of my head in my hand with each contraction staring down into my toilet bowl.

After my day of puking, I discontinued the pain medicine. I was on Oxycodone, the highest form of pain meds you can get. To go from that to Tylenol rendered me useless. The pain was so bad that I almost couldn’t get my student’s grades in. Our grades closed on Wednesday, so I had to finish entering them. Looking at the light from the computer screen was just awful. I felt nauseous and my head was pounding. I just wanted to lie down with my eyes closed. But, even then the pain never went away. It was such a weird pain. It felt like my ear was swelling from the inside out. The pain inside my ear made me feel dizzy and as if I had vertigo. And, the throbbing in my head was terrible. I almost feel like a wimp talking about how bad the pain was, but to give you an idea I’d rather do the Pendleton Triathlon from the Games over and over again then get this surgery.

As you can tell, my experience wasn’t very pleasant. I’m starting to get back on my feet though. I’m doing a few random lunges around my house. Yes, lunges. It’s all I can do without making the pain worse. We all have to start somewhere.

Today, I went for a walk around my block. I walked outside with my boyfriend and this man was standing on my porch asking for the owner of my home. I identified myself as the owner. He was an older gentleman with painter’s overalls.  Right away, I was skeptical. Who was this guy and what was his scam? Why was he on my back porch? This isn’t something I usually find when I walk outside.

You see, my mom is the best and while I was down and out she raked and picked up my entire yard. She did this while juggling taking care of me, a full time job, and the birth of my new niece. She put about 15 bags of leaves and debris on our sidewalk. For two weeks, the waste management company didn’t take it. The bags were getting wet and honestly it slipped to the back of my mind that they were even there.

The elderly gentlemen said he was going to the Dump and saw the bags. He wanted to know if I’d like him to take them. He said he lived down the road and knew that the city wouldn’t take these bags until November 15th. By then, the bags would rot and I would have to re-bag them. I was looking at the man trying to figure out his scam. I stood there holding gauze to my face under my hooded shirt. Honestly, he was right. I needed to get rid of the bags. So, I figured what ever his price I’ll just pay it.

He apologized that he might not be able to get all of the bags in his truck but he’d try. He first needed to lay this sheet over his paining materials and then we could throw the bags in. I looked in the back of the truck and this man didn’t have anything to bring to the Dump. Hmm, I thought? What is his scam? Is he going to charge me an arm and a leg for this or worst is he some type of criminal?

My boyfriend and this elderly man picked up all of the bags of debris and two trash barrels and threw them into his truck. I began talking to this man to see what his angle was. Why did he come here? Why was he helping me? He kept telling me that he would bring the trash barrels back and place them next to my house. I wasn’t really concerned about my trash barrels, but just trying to figure him out.

I realized he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart. This gentleman that I have never met in my life went out of his way to help me. He didn’t know me and he didn’t know what I have just been through, but he extended himself in the kindest way.  He took all of my garbage all the way to the Dump when he didn’t even have anything to bring there himself.  And, yes… he returned the garbage cans.

I was so taken back by this random act of kindness. I was so taken back that I figured I’d share my story. Have you ever extended yourself to a stranger?  Maybe that stranger was going through a really tough time and your act of kindness helped in more ways then you can imagine.

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3 thoughts on “What’s Your Scam?

  1. Lissa says:

    This just brought tears to my eyes! I love hearing stories about random acts of kindness! The world IS basically good!! I hope you are feeling better! Sending positive thoughts your way!

  2. Nice blog Alicia. Hope you are feeling better.

  3. Vivien Mattei says:

    One day as I was coming back from my break at the Y on Cabot Street in Beverly when I saw an elderly woman slowly trying to make her way down the steep driveway of the Oceanveiw assisted living building, over the sidewalk and cross the street pushing a walker.She was really struggling with keeping it under control. I asked her if she would like some help and she told me she really didn’t know how to work the break on the handles. The sidewalk was all torn up at the time, and the way they speed down that street I was very concerned for her safety. I stayed with her to get her safely to the other side of the street but couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she was ever going to make it back. When I got back into the Y, I called the Oceanveiw and told them about the women out there with her walker.They assured me they would take care of it. I could only hope they did. I never even got her name. Vivien. Hope your feeling better real soon Alicia. Take care.

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