They have to have had direct contact with you in some way - direct contact can include a one on one phone call, letter, or email, but cannot include something like a person on television, in a movie or on the radio.

 

A stranger who did something or said something, can be good or bad, but it makes them unable for you to forget about.

A guy at Opry Mills Mall about 14 years ago slapped my 3-year-old daughter's hand when she reached for a trinket at his kiosk...I'll never forget that or forgive myself for not knocking him out.

 

Honestly one of the biggest regrets of my life.

 

I'm not one to fight or come to violence but that is one time I wish I had reacted.

There are plenty that come to mind, but a few that stand out more than others.

 

Back in college, one of my bosses asked me to go help him clear out a rental property of his. It was a 3 room wooden cottage he had on some rural property down around the Campbell Co/Pendleton Co border. He'd evicted the tenant a few weeks prior, and wanted me to go help clear out whatever crap had been left in the cottage. Went down after work - it was a Tuesday night in the middle of a particularly hot June. We noticed a smell while we were walking up to the cottage, which my boss attributed to probably being a dead animal in the crawl space. When we unlocked the cottage and walked in, we ended up finding the tenant, who had killed himself by swallowing all of the medications he had in his medicine cabinet after getting his eviction notice. He'd been sitting and rotting in an un-air-conditioned cottage in ~90° temperatures for 3 weeks. Definitely a stranger I won't forget.

There are plenty that come to mind, but a few that stand out more than others.

 

Back in college, one of my bosses asked me to go help him clear out a rental property of his. It was a 3 room wooden cottage he had on some rural property down around the Campbell Co/Pendleton Co border. He'd evicted the tenant a few weeks prior, and wanted me to go help clear out whatever crap had been left in the cottage. Went down after work - it was a Tuesday night in the middle of a particularly hot June. We noticed a smell while we were walking up to the cottage, which my boss attributed to probably being a dead animal in the crawl space. When we unlocked the cottage and walked in, we ended up finding the tenant, who had killed himself by swallowing all of the medications he had in his medicine cabinet after getting his eviction notice. He'd been sitting and rotting in an un-air-conditioned cottage in ~90° temperatures for 3 weeks. Definitely a stranger I won't forget.

 

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There are plenty that come to mind, but a few that stand out more than others.

 

Back in college, one of my bosses asked me to go help him clear out a rental property of his. It was a 3 room wooden cottage he had on some rural property down around the Campbell Co/Pendleton Co border. He'd evicted the tenant a few weeks prior, and wanted me to go help clear out whatever crap had been left in the cottage. Went down after work - it was a Tuesday night in the middle of a particularly hot June. We noticed a smell while we were walking up to the cottage, which my boss attributed to probably being a dead animal in the crawl space. When we unlocked the cottage and walked in, we ended up finding the tenant, who had killed himself by swallowing all of the medications he had in his medicine cabinet after getting his eviction notice. He'd been sitting and rotting in an un-air-conditioned cottage in ~90° temperatures for 3 weeks. Definitely a stranger I won't forget.

 

A similar situation with me. Late 1970's, late in the evening in Ginger Hall (Morehead). Went to use the bathroom and one of the custodians was lying dead in the floor. What I will ALWAYS remember is that his false teeth had fallen out and were next to him.

Not really a stranger, but kind of.

 

There was this guy who lived on my dorm floor we used to hang out with and play pick-up ball with back in my WKU days 25 years ago. Tall, skinny, used his Russell Co. drawl well, could hit buckets, play golf even better, drink beer and pick up hot women.

 

Two nights ago I ran into him for the first time in a quarter-century, and he happens to also live in Bardstown. He's still tall, but not as skinny, but exactly the same guy otherwise. And naturally, his wife is hot as all get-out. I had seen his name show up in the local golf league standings and always wondered if it was him. Now I know.

 

I told a bunch of my buddies about meeting him (again) and they all obviously recalled him like I did.

My mother died from brain cancer over 30 years ago. She had just come home from her surgery, and was very depressed, had speech issues, half her hair shaved off and a huge scar incision site on one side of her head.

 

I was home with her when an African American woman I had never seen before came to the door. (I bring up her race because you rarely saw a person of color in Ft. Mitchell back in the day). She very nicely introduced herself saying she worked with my mother at J.C Penny. I politely told her that my mom didn’t want any visitors at the time. The woman paused, looked me straight in the eye and stated “well she doesn’t mean me!” She then shoved herself past me and calling my mom’s name.

 

She was right. My mother’s face lit up and that woman knew exactly what to say to her. It was one of the few positive moments my mom had during that awful time.

My mother died from brain cancer over 30 years ago. She had just come home from her surgery, and was very depressed, had speech issues, half her hair shaved off and a huge scar incision site on one side of her head.

 

I was home with her when an African American woman I had never seen before came to the door. (I bring up her race because you rarely saw a person of color in Ft. Mitchell back in the day). She very nicely introduced herself saying she worked with my mother at J.C Penny. I politely told her that my mom didn’t want any visitors at the time. The woman paused, looked me straight in the eye and stated “well she doesn’t mean me!” She then shoved herself past me and calling my mom’s name.

 

She was right. My mother’s face lit up and that woman knew exactly what to say to her. It was one of the few positive moments my mom had during that awful time.

 

Love it!

One stranger comes to my mind - I had finished a long depressing day at work, it was raining and I was headed to an evening class. I was having myself a royal pity party when I pushed the elevator button in the parking garage. As I stood waiting for the elevator a guy in a motorized chair pulled up beside me. He smiled & said, 'Isn't it a beautiful day to be alive'. I never saw him again but I've never forgotten him especially when I'm having a bad day. So many things I take for granted walking was one of them.

Many years ago my wife and I visited a vitamin shop located next to Kroger in Latonia. The owner of the shop looked into the eyes of my wife and said the lines in her iris indicted she had digestive issues. My wife doesn't do #2 very often and the lady said it was comparable to housing bags of trash and never taking them out to the dumpster. Shortly after my wife was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis and had numerous hospital stays due to UC. I will never forget that creepy lady.