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Can't stand beggars. The last one that asked me for money I beat his ass and took his wallet, left him lying in a pool of blood. After I left I started feeling bad and realized I'd taken out my frustrations from a bad day at work and he was the recipient so I drove around the block and he was just rolling over and staggering to get up with blood running down his face .
I gave him his wallet back and told him I had job opening on my farm. He said he was unable to work because he was a disabled vet. I said get in my truck . We'll put your wheelchair in the back. I took him to the farm and rolled him into my collection room. He turned out to be a real solid worker. I've gone from 300 bags a week to 500-600. Of course he works 7 days a week. I let him out to roll around the farm every year on MLKs birthday.
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