你曾经请求过别人的原谅吗?如果有，发生了什么?（三）Have you ever begged anyone''''s pardon and if so, what happened?
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Have you ever begged anyone's pardon and if so, what happened?
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What's the most incredible coincidence that ever happened to you?
One morning the weekend before Halloween my 13-year-old daughter came up to me and said "Mom, today I'm going to meet the man I will marry!"
"How could you possibly know that?" I asked this daughter (who had never been boy-crazy like her girlfriends nor ever had a boyfriend or date)."Because I've been asking and asking God who I would end up marrying, and this morning when I was praying, he told me I would meet my future husband today!" she answered matter-of-factly.
Needless to say, fear struck my heart. My impressionable daughter believing this crazy idea would make for an interesting - if not scary - day! Today, I would definitely keep her close to me and keep a strict eye on her!
That night I knew we had plans to take my daughter and her friends to a haunted house. I asked her if she thought she was going to marry one of her friends. She said "No, I'm sure it will be someone totally new that I've never met before." (Yikes, fear again.)
Nothing eventful happened all day. But that evening the line waiting to go into the haunted house went down the street and around the block. The kids didn't seem to mind the long wait and goofed around in line and talked to others nearby. I kept a very close eye on my extremely attractive daughter (Come on, I AM her mom, but others think her attractive too). I suspiciously eyed every boy who talked to her!!!
That night my daughter was SO disappointed when she said "I was so sure God told me I would meet him TODAY."
Fast forward 10 years. My daughter was the maid of honor for her best friend's wedding and gave a beautiful toast and prayer at the wedding. One of the men attending the groom was from out-of-state and took an interest in my daughter, emailing and calling her after the wedding. Eventually they engaged and married.
After they were married, we were sitting around talking and the subject of haunted houses came up. My SIL said he had once helped construct one in an old grocery store building when he spent a year in our town! "Really?" "Yes," he said, and I got to be the Grim Reaper for it and carry a fake scythe!"
Comparing notes, they figured out that the exact year he had spent in our city was the year my daughter was thirteen! When asked if he remembered an incident at the haunted house with a frightened girl, he wasn't sure - as all young girls scream. But when he heard she toppled me & others over and he came out of character to offer assistance out a side exit, then he said, "That was you?!? But that was just a little girl I offered help! Usually I pride myself in never coming out of character, but she was so scared and I worried people might have fallen and gotten hurt!" (Lol Yes, a 13-year-old, 5-foot tall girl IS 'just a little girl' to a 19-year-old, 6 foot 2 inch young man - as it should be!)
So my daughter did, indeed, meet her future husband that day!!! Amazing! .!
Have you ever met a famous person?
Steve Wozniak called me uncreative.
It was October 2016. At the UMass Club in Boston, Tom Ashbrook was set to interview the Woz for an alumni event. When I heard about this I had to meet the legend and get his autograph on myApple II.
Ticket prices were a staggering $250, so I called the event organizer and asked if I could volunteer for free entry. She said yes!!
So there I was in Boston, clutching my Apple II as I waited to be let in to his room. When Woz saw me and the artifact I was holding, he smiled and turned towards me. He started telling me about the making of the original Apple I and how he got color to work for the Apple II series. He also told me about his devotion to circuitry since a very young age.
When it was finally time to get his signature, I offered him a marker I brought. He then told me that I must be uncreative, because I couldn’t predict that he would bring a marker of his own. Simultaneously, he whipped out his personal marker. I just stood there with my mouth open; what could I possibly say!? I was too happy to care, and posed for the following picture.
You can see the marker in my right hand.
What a night that was!
于是，我来到了波士顿，手里拿着我的Apple II，等待着被允许进入他的房间。当沃兹看到我和我拿着的藏物时，他微笑着转向我。他开始向我讲述第一代Apple I的制作过程，以及他是如何为Apple II系列增添色彩的。他还向我讲述了他从很小的时候起就对电路的热爱。
Have you ever scammed a scammer?
I got a phone call from a person claiming to represent the US Government. He wanted to speak to my (adult) daughter, but I was suspicious, and asked him for details. He said that she had missed jury duty, and was about to be arrested, but if we acted quickly, we could avert the damage.
I told him that I wanted to protect her, and that, if possible, it would be best if she never even learned about the problem. What could I do? He said that for a $500 fee, they could expedite a document that would avoid all prosecution. I said I would do that; how do we proceed? He said we could meet at a local CVS Pharmacy; he would bring the forms, I could sign them, and he would file them. But he had to get the funds in cash, not cheque or credit card.
I agreed to do this, but (I said) I needed to have his cell phone number so I could find him. He was reluctant, but I insisted. He handed his phone over to his boss. I was so sincere, and so compliant, that he met my request, and gave me the cell phone number.
I then told the man that I was reporting the scam, and that his cell phone number would soon be inoperative. If it is possible for them to trace who had bought it, then he would be in even deeper trouble.
He got very upset with me. He asked me if I was a psychologist. (That’s because my counter-scam had seemed professional to him.) We chatted for about ten minutes. I told him that his scam was unfair and harmful. He responded by saying that he only took money from people who had cheated the government. I suggested that he get a better job. He said he had tried, but six months ago he had been released from prison, and all prospective employers had turned him down.
He finished with some chilling words: “You realize, of course, that I know where you live.”
Have you ever been threatened by someone?
“If she ends up hurting herself because of you, I swear to fucking god I’ll hunt you down and kill you”
– Said to me by a complete stranger earlier today.
The customer ahead of me bought a pack of cigarettes and left, so I stepped up to register, only the man at the window suddenly rushed over and angrily told me that he was in line. This was odd since he had been standing so far away, even before the customer ahead of me and I walked up, yet this dude had somehow decided that he was in line between us. That kind of shit isn’t worth a fight, and I would have stepped aside if not for the fact that the cashier had scanned the Snickers bar already, and the dude was holding a check to be cashed in his hand, and that would take at least a few minutes. He was aggressive and unreasonable from the start, but I’m a tiny woman who would be in deep shit should the altercation become physical, so I politely apologized for not having seen him. He continued telling me that he’d been in line, and that he had been standing by the window in order to keep an eye on his daughter whom he needed to get back to. I assumed he was speaking of a child, and his rudeness was less important than a waiting kid, but at that point canceling out my purchase would have taken ten times as long as me finishing it.
At this stage I still wasn’t annoyed, more like amused, but that’s when I began to notice that the man’s voice was moving around as he continued to complain while I did my best to hear the cashier and finish paying. I noticed out the corner of my eyes that he was now pacing back and forth, throwing up his arms, and physically shaking. At the same time his voice got louder until it became a scream. I looked at the cashier, the only other person in the front of the store, but I immediately recognized that this indifferent middle aged women would not be stepping in. She wouldn’t even look up to make eye contact, and her otherwise substantial figure almost seemed to shrink as a response to her desire to go unnoticed. The man was now elaborating on the urgency he felt, adding that his daughter had been arrested earlier in the day and this was why she couldn’t be left alone in the car. The cashier wasn’t unaffected by his hissy fit, and her hands were shaking as she continued to hit the wrong buttons instead of the one .
He walked back and forth immediately behind me, saying things like: “I’m afraid she’s going to hurt herself and you just don’t care”, “Heartless bitch”, and “Why are you doing this to me?!”. He repeated these things over and over, and I felt torn between the fear he made me feel for my own safety and concern for his daughter. I did wonder why he’d left her alone if she was suicidal, why he hadn’t had her admitted, and I knew that I wasn’t personally responsible for her problems, but I recognized that the man apparently had a good reason for being emotional and worried. None of it justified his off-the-charts rudeness, especially not what he said next: “If she ends up hurting herself because of you, I swear to fucking god I’ll hunt you down and kill you”.
I lost the last bit of sympathy I had for him when he was willing to assume his daughter’s death as a foregone conclusion in order to construct a catchy threat. My mind was filled with unanswered questions as I got in my car, like why an arrest that allowed release by 2 pm the same day would be worth such drama, or why the jail staff or police had allowed her to leave if she was so clearly suicidal. The man made it sound like he’d only just picked her up, so I was surprised that he’d try to take her home under those circumstances. It was absolutely clear that he was in a heightened emotional state, and he felt real panic regarding his daughter, but at the same time he had left his truck (the only other vehicle there) parked by the pump, though he could have moved it and parked right outside the window.
This is what was going through my mind as I back out and drive past his truck, and that is when I see a grown-ass woman literally throwing herself around inside the truck, kicking at the dashboard and seemingly trying to pull the gearshift stick out. Through the closed windows of both cars I could hear her screaming, and everything about her behavior pointed to rage. I don’t know her mental state, but seeing her made me think that the man had another reason to be anxious to get back outside, if he knew of her efforts to destroy his truck. His emotional response and wildly inappropriate reaction could have been caused by fear for her safety, but it’s also possible that the frustration that he felt after dealing with her fit found an outlet and target , leading to his own fit.
I just don’t know what he was thinking, but I do know that I was not responsible for anything that might have happened to his daughter, but the accusation made me feel as though he’d cursed me somehow. When I recounted the incident to my husband, he pointed out that I was much more outraged and upset about getting blamed than the threat of violence.