Do-Gooding Must Be In The Blood

The Pony is following in Farmer H's footsteps as being a do-gooder for strangers. While talking to a work friend at the post office counter while picking up a personal package, The Pony saw somebody who needed help.

"I did today's good deed! Was showing my new coins to Counter Guy, and an old man hobbling on crutches was coming in while I was gossiping. I got the doors for him!"

Yes. That is a good deed. Especially since The Pony once refused to help an old woman up off the floor when she fell in the Devil's Playground. The Pony was in high school at the time, and plainly told me, "No" when I suggested helping her. Turns out that woman's adult son was with her, and from the commotion that followed, they seemed to be running a scam! Then there was the questionnaire on the FAFSA application, in which The Pony answered that he really didn't care about helping people.

I first sensed that The Pony had acquired some compassion upon finding out that he gave an old lady neighbor a ride to the Devil's Playground to get her medicine. So The Pony seems to have grown into do-gooding.

Those glass inside doors at the post office are really heavy. Or maybe the hinges are just too tight. I'm sure the holding of those doors was appreciated by Old Man Crutches.