A odd kind of story #hospitalvisits #doctorcheckup #somethingfishy

Something odd happened to Handsome and me recently. We were at the doctor for his check up, riding the elevator to the tenth floor, when we overheard a younger man say into his phone, "Papa died. I'm at the hospital. Can you call so and so? I don't know. I don't have enough money for gas. If I have to push my car to get there, I will."

My heart strings were pulled and before exiting the elevator, I handed him some money as did the other woman in the elevator. He thanked us and said, "God bless you." Tears crowded my eyes.

Then a few weeks later, Handsome and I were waiting for the doctor follow-up when right by my shoulder I heard, "Papa died." My eyes widened. I looked and yes, the same man. My gaze went to Handsome and he acknowledged he'd heard to.

We quickly deduced something fishy was going on.

The man finished his spiel and moved on. We thought and thought about what had happened. I spoke with security and he said there are people who move from hospital to hospital, telling their stories. That they are very good actors.

My heart sunk. I felt incredibly naïve. I want to help those in need. What's more disappointing is this person took advantage of people at a hospital. That make me sad. The saying about "there's all kinds in the world" is true.