Favours For Boys

[trailmaster]

In South Shore in the 1960's I used to use my bike to go all over the neighborhood. One day my Mom sent me over to the main Post Office to mail a small package. The office was about one half mile away so I used my bike. I got to the Post Office building and did my business inside. When I came out to get my bike which I had locked around a sign post ( there were no bike racks back then ) I bent down to unlock the bike , but when I raised myself up my head hit the underside of the metal sign. I was knocked to the ground, dazed and dizzy. All of a sudden a man stopped his car , got out and asked how I was. He said he would drive me back home. In those days people almost always helped each other. The next day my dad drove me back to the post office so I could retrieve my bike. In contrast to that, last October I had come from my Dentist's office which was in Downtown Chicago. I was weighed down by two heavy bags containing computer printer paper. I was walking to the bus stop and just as I was walking across the street heading for a stopped bus at the red traffic light I stumbled and fell to the ground. There were a bunch of people on the street corner. Not one of those people made a move to help me. I was lucky in that I had no bruises or broken bones. But I was mad that not one of those d..n people made a move to help
me, not one. Now is what is called the "me generation" where almost no one helps anyone else for any reason.

[bloke57]

Years back, I had made one of my first forays into London for a night out. Must have been about 16. When I went to go home, I got to the rail station but found I had lost my wallet - rail ticket inside it and all my cash.

I must have looked devastated because a fellow just came up and asked what was up. "No problem" he replied handing me a fiver. "Pay me back when you see me" and walked off smiling. Of course, in a city of 8 million people, no chance I would see him again - which he well knew. Still grateful.

[MaxJoker]

Originally Posted by sweatyhat

I'm in my mid-forties, so now I'm the older man. I'm beginning to notice it's often now me who does "Favours For Boys."
If you've any nice stories, please share them with me.

Sorry sweats I've no men helping a younger me out stories to share

Still all power to your lifestyle choice



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[KissArmy]

When I was 21 I decided I wanted to go to grad school. In my university dorm room one night my phone rang. It was a professor from my university who had dialed the wrong number. He was trying to reach another student to assist with that student's graduate school application- and it was the same kind of grad school as the kind I was trying to go to. I told the professor I'm not the student he's trying to reach, but could he help with my grad school application, please. He did, and did a fine job of helping me.

He didn't have to do it. But it was a generous, kind effort on his part. And with his help I got into grad school.

[Sir Honkers]

My uncle Bill, (dad's youngest brother), who's bogan exterior hid the soul of a poet.
He was the definitive 'favourite uncle', always good for a laugh or to take you to the beach or the movies, generous with his time and the giver of sage advice and understanding when your first real love dropped you.
When he passed away, I grieved for him as much as I did for my dad.

[Maglover]

Originally Posted by trailmaster

In South Shore in the 1960's I used to use my bike to go all over the neighborhood. One day my Mom sent me over to the main Post Office to mail a small package. The office was about one half mile away so I used my bike. I got to the Post Office building and did my business inside. When I came out to get my bike which I had locked around a sign post ( there were no bike racks back then ) I bent down to unlock the bike , but when I raised myself up my head hit the underside of the metal sign. I was knocked to the ground, dazed and dizzy. All of a sudden a man stopped his car , got out and asked how I was. He said he would drive me back home. In those days people almost always helped each other. The next day my dad drove me back to the post office so I could retrieve my bike. In contrast to that, last October I had come from my Dentist's office which was in Downtown Chicago. I was weighed down by two heavy bags containing computer printer paper. I was walking to the bus stop and just as I was walking across the street heading for a stopped bus at the red traffic light I stumbled and fell to the ground. There were a bunch of people on the street corner. Not one of those people made a move to help me. I was lucky in that I had no bruises or broken bones. But I was mad that not one of those d..n people made a move to help
me, not one. Now is what is called the "me generation" where almost no one helps anyone else for any reason.

Take it as a compliment Trailmaster - If you're young and fall over, folk laugh or are embaraseed - if they rush to help you, you look old and they want to help; you've obviously got the right genes!

[KissArmy]

Another great thread and one I missed years ago. Thanks for resurrecting it Maglover.

Like Trailmaster, I was a boy back in the 1960s. One day I went out fishing with Dad's good fishing rod. Don't remember how, but the line got tangled all to hell (we called such a tangle a Rat's Nest). I couldn't fix it and I was terrified; Dad was going to kill me. The next door neighbor dad saw me almost in tears, and he fixed the line for me. Very kind of him.

As a postscript, the neighbor dad was one of those guys who always had a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other... and the man liked his Playboy mags. They were on the shelf in his family room... he wasn't ashamed. His kids my age pulled one off the shelf once one day and we all started looking at it. Saw my first T&A pictures that day! Thank You Mr. W!