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bijouxbroussard · F
In 1981, I made a lifelong friend just by trying to be helpful.
I was downtown, walking back from lunch to my job and saw a guy in a sports car getting ready to turn the wrong way on a one way street. I yelled, "Wrong way !" He didn’t understand me, I ran to the corner closest to him and pointing, said, "turn back or you’ll be overwhelmed by oncoming traffic when that light changes !" He looked about 40ish, said, "Oh, CRAP !"
Then he swung around quickly and was out of the way just as the light changed. He waved and was gone. I was glad he was okay, but didn’t give it enough thought.
Later in the week, there was a typed note tacked to the telephone post on that corner.
"Me: White, middle aged, blond, driving Beamer. You: black, young, long hair, red dress, saved me from accidentally committing suicide on this godless thoroughfare."
He included his number and where he worked, adding,
"Please, please call me so I can thank you and buy you lunch !
I’m gay, so you’re totally safe ! Jerry."
I called him, and we did meet for lunch. He turned out to be one of the coolest people I’ve ever known.
He’d inherited a Victorian house across from GG Park, where he lived with his partner and other friends. I visited him often.
At one point I lived with them while waiting for my apartment to be ready. We were friends for the next 20 years, until I lost him in 2002 to cancer. He always wore a solid gold claddagh and had explained to me its significance.
After his passing, it was sent to me, with a note thanking me for my friendship. 🥺
I was downtown, walking back from lunch to my job and saw a guy in a sports car getting ready to turn the wrong way on a one way street. I yelled, "Wrong way !" He didn’t understand me, I ran to the corner closest to him and pointing, said, "turn back or you’ll be overwhelmed by oncoming traffic when that light changes !" He looked about 40ish, said, "Oh, CRAP !"
Then he swung around quickly and was out of the way just as the light changed. He waved and was gone. I was glad he was okay, but didn’t give it enough thought.
Later in the week, there was a typed note tacked to the telephone post on that corner.
"Me: White, middle aged, blond, driving Beamer. You: black, young, long hair, red dress, saved me from accidentally committing suicide on this godless thoroughfare."
He included his number and where he worked, adding,
"Please, please call me so I can thank you and buy you lunch !
I’m gay, so you’re totally safe ! Jerry."
I called him, and we did meet for lunch. He turned out to be one of the coolest people I’ve ever known.
He’d inherited a Victorian house across from GG Park, where he lived with his partner and other friends. I visited him often.
At one point I lived with them while waiting for my apartment to be ready. We were friends for the next 20 years, until I lost him in 2002 to cancer. He always wore a solid gold claddagh and had explained to me its significance.
After his passing, it was sent to me, with a note thanking me for my friendship. 🥺
Primnproper · 56-60, F
@bijouxbroussard awe..BB what an amazing story and how lucky you were to find each other that way. So sorry you lost him but he obviously thought highly of you.🤗
