Helping a Friend

As a recession holds a very tight grip across the land, those who are in need look for a helping hand. Although nobody can truly say I have it made, I’ve been getting by with carpentry being my trade. A good friend of mine who was unemployed at the time was so destitute; he was about to turn to crime. Pete was in a big boat with friends. He was not alone. One day, he quietly asked me for a loan. He said, “I have a great idea that can make me lots of money. You might laugh at me thinking it is funny. However, I am serious. Here’s what I have in mind: A good dependable truck and boat is what I have to find. You know that fishing has been a lifelong hobby of mine. I have always been lucky with a fishing pole and line. There are plenty of stores and restaurants where I can sell my fish. Starting my own business is now my earnest wish.” Pete had eleven friends who would help him in his ways. With the right equipment, he could start in a few days. I had built a modest nest egg of twenty-five grand. Some financial security is what I had in hand. I felt I would not be kissing that money goodbye. Pete was a sincere friend that nobody could deny. Pete started each day sailing out to sea. The big catches he got were unbelievable to see. He and his eleven buddies were raking in the cash. There was much left over, so to the bank they made a stash. Pete gladly paid back all the money he owed to me. His fishing business was conducted quite successfully. Pete said, “You are certainly a true blue friend of mine. If you wanted to, you might turn water into wine.” Well, that last remark seemed a big exaggeration. I was only glad to help a friend in his new vocation.