I know a sad story along these lines
We had a grumpy old neighbour who used to shout at us kids whenever we played in the garden for making too much noise, got into all sorts of neighbour disputes about hedgerows, boundaries, etc. and was generally a misery-guts.

One day he died and his tearful wife explained at the wake that he hadn't always been such an old grouch and didn't always hate children.

Turns out they once had a son had been teased at school. One day he fell ill and died in hospital of septisemia (sp?). It turned out the other kids at school had been stabbing him with a pair of compasses, much like you just described. His blood had become infected and he died.

The old man never forgave the world for what those kids had done to his only son and he became a miserable shadow of his former self. He couldn't bear to hear children playing outside because it reminded him of his own loss and the cruelty children had displayed to his child.

Makes me cry just typing this :(
(synapz, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 15:12, 1 reply)

makes me cry too
like fuck it does, funny story though! LOL, RAFLMAO!!!! Big up to you for brightening up Friday avo. Click Click click for kudos! imagine! hee hee
(little lord muthafuckin fauntleroy, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 16:16, closed)