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Current Date: August 31, 2022
Character: Gabriel Thompson
Race: Human
Age: 34
Current residence: Ithaca, New York
Helping people still comes naturally. At least, helping them behind the scenes, online, where they might try all they want, they’ll never find me.
He used to call me a modern-day Robin Hood. I never really saw it that way, I wasn’t so much taking from the rich to give to the poor. I was just helping the unfortunate be a little less so because they deserve to have a good life too. It hardly is their fault—most of the time—that they are dealing with the issues they are. I considered myself well above helping crooks who had dug themselves in too deep when it came to gambling or debt but helping someone whose whole family had turned their backs and who had nothing to their name, well, they deserved a little help.
That’s the way I saw things. That’s the way I still see things if you ask me.
I do have a real job, but it’s the kind of job that I can’t talk about. Even Bray is only aware of some barebone information about what I really do for a living. At least, the stuff that I can somewhat talk about. The calls from certain clients asking for help with their setup and the rest. The other part of the job that I can’t talk about, has to do with bigger agencies that don’t want people to know they hire folks like me.
Not that there are a lot of us. I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one in the country and that’s not even because I want to boast about it. I know what I can and cannot do. Just as I know that the movies make it seems like something completely different from what it really is and that suits me fine.
There are certain people that I reach out to, before I help them. I feel as though they deserve to know that there is possibly someone out there looking out for them. Ron is one such person I’ve helped now and again but in a way that I thought would get him to make some efforts on trying to get off of the streets. I was wrong the first time around, but I still gave him a second chance.
I shouldn’t have.
There’s a saying that goes with that, I think. Something about fooling you once, shame on the person fooling you, but if you end up being fooled twice—is that even the way to look at it, I wonder—it’s on your shoulders and not theirs anymore. So yeah, it was wholly my fault that I allowed myself to think that he would make some effort on that second chance I gave him.
The second time he got in trouble—for exactly the same thing as the first time—I told him that I couldn’t stop him from making bad life choices, but at the very least, I could try. I had tried the first time I’d helped him; I had reminded him of those exact same words that second time and, well, shame on me. I’m done helping him. I don’t care if he reaches out to me—as he’s done a few times since that day. I’ve tried to help him, but he threw it all away.
So yes, I do help people.
Yes, I’ve been known to be swayed into helping them a second time if they’re not careful with that first instance of help. It hasn’t happened often and I’m learning to know better than to give these particular people second chances. Some need a different sort of help, and I haven’t been above setting trails on people if you would, so the authorities that might have been looking for them do find them.
At times, the help you offer certain people isn’t the help they might wish to have but it’s the one that they do need, in the long run. There are no two ways of looking at it like that, in the end. I can’t fix the whole world. I don’t want to fix the whole world. I just want to be able to reach out to certain souls who need help in some way and offer them the help that I can.
There are certain occasions where that help isn’t a whole lot but it’s just enough of a push to get these people back on their feet and that’s what I’m trying to achieve, in the end. I’m no modern-day Robin Hood. I don’t want to be seen as that either. I help others that might need it because I feel like people might have a better chance at life if they get a little push. Maybe I’m just giving to others what I didn’t have, while I was growing up.
I don’t think I’ll ever really know at this point. I just am how I am.