Lately, I have seen that no matter what I try and do or no matter what I say but I always end up helping the person at the end which also leads me onto another point later on this post.
Normally when someone asks me for help that I will only help if I get something out of it (Payment or even a thanks) but it seems that when someone completely fucked up that I always seem to offer help (Yes, this is directly aimed at Adam W, Richard L, Charlie C, Andrew B and others that I can not be bothered listing ;)).
Such examples I have done (I am not saying that I didn’t want it, to showing some examples of what I have done to help people);
- Infected my own laptop so that I can fix a virus problem.
- Sitting down and programmed quite alot of code so that you could pass.
- Sitting down reading tons of MySQL to find ONE problem.
- Learn Hebrew just so that I could help you for ONE day (This ultimately started my journey on converting to Judaism).
- Given a free server (Ultimately, comes out of my packet) so that someone was able to pass a project.
- Bent the truth so that you wouldn’t get kicked out of college (Which in return, go me into trouble).
- Went with you into an operation so that you wouldn’t be scared (But hell, I was).
- Fought your battles for you at school (Even if you wasn’t sure) and I even still do that up to today.
- Help techs (College) with a program that they had which went against everything I stand for.
- And many more …
So, that is a small list and even up to today that I still have one question that I have no answered. Why ?
Why do I still help people when I know that the person may be ungrateful but maybe it is due to my Irish Blood, who knows.
Now this leads onto the second part of this blog post.
I learnt something today (DAMIT, I knew this would happen, I KNEW IT) that it doesn’t matter what background with have or how we was raised but it is up to us to decide on what we want to do and on how we act and NO ONE else can decide for us.
Damit, I just knew I would say that >.<
A blog post that was written by Matthew Kyle Tweek Broflovski Ellis (Yes, I don’t no longer care what you think about my name).