The Change

BeachBum25

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Craig Harper 29.... 6'2"..... 175 lbs..... Light brown hair...... Blue eyes

Craig came from money. Craig's father and mother both came from money. In the short time that Craig had been out in the world on his own, he had made more money. He graduated from Harvard, then earned an MBA from Wharton. He used some of daddy's money to start a small technology firm, that ended up being purchased by a large corporation. In addition to the large amount of cash he received, Craig got a position as a VP of development with the corporation that bought his company. He used his position to cut costs and make the corporation money, which made him even more money, and earned him a promotion.

One day, while he was sitting in his office, he got a call from his mother. She told him that his best friend growing up, someone he had not seen in a very long time, was very sick. Jerry was the same age as Craig, and he had a stroke. His mom told him he should go see Jerry, because he did not have long to live. Craig decided to leave the office and go see his old friend. He called downstairs for a driver and he went to the facility to see Jerry. It was awful. Jerry looked at Craig, but could say nothing. Craig talked about old times, but there was no reaction. After 45 minutes, Craig couldn't take it anymore. He said goodbye to his friend and left. On the ride back to the office Craig thought about the condition of his friend. He was too young to be like that. Craig thought about how little he enjoyed life. He just spent all of his time on work and making money. He decided to make some changes.

As they drove through the city toward his condo, Craig noticed all of the people on the streets....people much less fortunate than he was. As they drove through an intersection he noticed a young woman sitting in an alley. It was the first time he had taken the time to notice what was going on around him. He went past this intersection everyday, but never took the time to notice anything or anyone. Craig told the driver to go around the block. When they got back to the alley, Craig got out of the car and walked into the alley to talk to the woman. He wanted to find out how he could help her.
 
Anna Martin
23
5'10''
Long auburn hair
Green eyes

Anna had graduated at the top of her class in not only high school but also college. After graduating She had found a great job, met a nice guy, and had a decent apartment. Yet here she was sitting in an alley down on her luck.

It been a couple months since he had left her for some little blonde floozie. That's when everything started going down hill. A month ago she had lost her job at the school where she had taught and then just yesterday she had been tossed out of her apartment. She had nothing, no money, no clothes other than what she was wearing. The landlord kept everything as compensation for her back rent. She had never had a car but it was only because she had never had a need for one, she could walk anywhere she needed to go, or grab a taxi in the rare cases she needed to travel by car. A car would come in handy now. It would at least be a place to sleep, to keep her sheltered and safe.

Safety, that's all she could think about as the man approached her. She quickly stood up. "Please don't hurt me." She said fear in her voice. "Please.." She start crying her back against the wall.
 
Craig noticed the woman stand up as he approached her. Then he heard her ask him not to hurt her. He had no intention of doing her any harm, and he had to convince her of that. " no, no. I am not going to hurt you. I want to help you out."

He kept his distance from her.....trying to make sure that he didn't threaten her too much. He looked her over. She didn't look like she had been on the streets very long. In fact, she looked like she had taken good care of herself....until recently anyway. He wondered how he could help her.

"Listen. My name is Craig, and I want to help you. I have a car right over here. Why don't you come with me. I will have the driver take you to a hotel. I will pay for it, and I want to help you get back on your feet." He knew that he probably sounded creepy to her, but he really wanted to help. He hoped she would give him a chance to help her.
 
She carefully looked him over, he definitely looked like he had money. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe he did just want to help her. "Why are you helping me? And why of all the prople around here did you pick me?" She asked cautiously taking a step toward him. "What do you want from me in return?"

He had to want something from her, guys like him never did anything for anyone who was less fortunate, unless they where getting something out of the deal. Guys like him only cared about what they could do to help themselves, how much money they could get in their pockets... At least that had been her experience.
 
He knew she was skeptical. She had to be. Why would she think that his intentions were truly about helping someone less fortunate. "I'm not asking for anything from you. I am just offering to help you. I have my reasons, and, maybe, someday I will share them with you.

He had a feeling that she was not going to accept his offer. In he past, if he had even thought about such a gesture, which he wouldn't have, he would have walked away now and found someone else to help. " I picked you because I noticed you as I rode through the intersection. I thought that you were someone who could use a break. I understand your skepticism. If you don't want to accept my offer...I understand."
 
She took a deep breath before speaking "I'll accept your offer... But first I want to know who you are. I would like to know what kind of guy I'm dealing with.' She said as she started to walk in the direction of the car.

What else could she do? Sit there and hope something would just magically fix everything. He didn't seem that scary but she wasn't too sure about him quite yet. She needed his help though, she couldn't deny that.
 
"My name is Craig and I work in town. I have always been focused on making money and building my business and not on other people. I have recently decided that I need to pay attention to people and help where I can."

He followed her to the car. He opened the door for her, and closed it behind her after she got in. He walked up to the driver and said to him, "take her to the Ritz. I will call there and tell them that I am paying for her room, and I will get back to them about how long she will be staying. I'll get a cab home" Then he hesitated, and looked into the back of the car. "What is your name, so, I can tell them who to expect?"
 
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