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I used to think that he was my friend.
Perhaps such an idea was handed down
from a prior generation of my family.
Or perhaps a bit of my personal experiences
warranted such a novel trust in a guy like Sam. *

In an encounter with Sam, I learned something
of great value.  While in need of a very basic
resource, everyone that I turned to recommended
Sam as if he was a bright and shining amour for
any and all; someone who would come to one's rescue
when under life's duress.

So, I took the advice of a close friend who could not
help me himself but recommended Sam.  I turned 
to Sam and found him to be rather friendly and eager
to help. However, I quickly learned that all of Sam's
assistance came with symbols which he gave to anyone
that he was about to help.

Sam's symbol for me was a large empty tin pan whose
contents were invisible, but it symbolized my request.
There were also lots of strings attached and hanging 
from the tin pan to which Sam made little to no reference.
Being very inquisitive, I questioned Sam about the strings,
whereupon he admitted that the strings were rather vague.
Moreover, he said, "The strings come with the tin pan. No                               pan, no strings, no aid".

I smiled at Sam and said, "Thanks, but no thanks. If your
aid comes with strings like that, you may keep the aid and
the strings. I'll be all right".  Although I did not receive 
any material assistance from Sam, I learned a most valued
lesson.  I learned to 'Beware of things that come with
attachments of strings'.

080322PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
*Fiction. (Sam represents any person, entity or government
seeking the control of our lives).

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