2 thoughts on “Daily Digest for September 17th

  1. How I bring a homeless to the U2 show

    Dear Bono, the Edge, Mr Clayton and Mr. Mullen,

    First, please excuse my English. My first language is French so maybe some expressions will look awkward to you.

    Few months ago, I bought four tickets to go see U2 in Toronto. I was sooooooo excited about it! Since I’ve seen the DVD U2 go home, I was dreaming about seeing that show one day.

    Unfortunately, three days before the show, one of my friend told me that he can’t go see it anymore. I was very pissed! I tried for three days to find somebody else, but all the people I know couldn’t get their day off. I worried. I tried to find out a solution (I just bought my first house and every dollar count so I was a little nervous to have a 100$ ticket left).

    Finally, three of us left to Toronto on Wednesday morning. We had a long way to go: it’s a five hours trip from my house.

    We arrived there, still with one ticket left. It didn’t take long to realize that my scalper skills was VERY bad. So 15 minutes before the show star, I looked at my boyfriend and my best firend and said:
    – I’ll find an homeless.
    – A what???
    – I’ll invite an homeless to go see the show with us.

    They both look at my with question marks in theirs eyes…but they knew that I was really going to do it.

    So I start walking down the street until I saw this women, asking for money nearby the Roger Centre. The first thing she ask me was:

    – At what time the show start?
    – In 15 minutes…Do you like U2?
    – Yeahhh…
    – What’s your favourite song?
    – Tut tut tututu tu Sundaaaaaaaay blooooody Sundayyyyyyy!

    It was enough to convince me. So I said: “come on, pack you belong and come see the show with me”. She looks at me like if I was joking…until I show her the ticket.
    So she took her backpack, her sleeping bag, went hiding her 3 king can of beer (between the garbage bag and the garbage can) and enter (with a weird look in the eyes of the security guard) in the Rogers Centre.

    Her name was Jenny.

    Before to take our seat, we went to the bar. When we saw the price of the beer (10$ for 1 beer!!!!!) I decide to share one with my friend Sophie. My boyfriend took one and, at my big surprise, Jenny was in line to have a beer. I said, joking:

    – Hey Jenny, are you going to have a beer with the money you gain beggar in the street?
    – Yeah…that’s why people give me money! No?
    – …

    I had nothing to respond but a big, sincere laugh. And, surprising thing, she was the only one not complaining about the price of the beer.

    When we walked into the stadium; when she saw this huge stage going up to the sky, she was 10 times more impress that I would have been if the President Obama had came to my house to know my opinion about war in Iraq.

    When Snow Patrol start their show she was screaming so loud! I think the girl next to us is officially deaf now!

    After each song she was screaming YEAH! YEAH! THEY’RE GOOD! YEAH!. She thanked me a million time. She said she had the time of her life. When she said that, I felt more accomplish that after any work, help or whatever things I did before.

    When Snow Patrol stop, we try to find a place to go smoke a cigarette (bad habit, I know). When we ask the busy-to-text-on-his-cellphone security guard where we can go have a cigarette, he said that he didn’t know.

    We couldn’t get out of the stadium so we went down to the underground parking. We saw a bunch of people smoking there so we said to ourselves “why not”. We all light a cigarette and enjoy it until another security guard arrive. Guest who get caught: Jenny.

    The women, who was really enjoying the “power” of the word “Security” on her back, took Jenny’s ticket, scanned it 3 times just to make sure it was a real one and start yelling at her that she can smoke in a public place.

    – Come on, I said, we were 20 people smoking there. Why is she the only one you argue with?
    – Look at her! Come on! And she looks drunk!

    Then, I tought: “Good Lord! That a chance that she didn’t see her pee behind the garbage can 5 minutes ago!”

    Then she looks at Jenny and said:
    – Mam, you can’t have any other beer here, understand! Or I kick you out of the stadium…you and all your friends.
    – I only had one beer! Jenny said.

    Then I look at the security guard and ask her: “Can I talk to you in private?”
    I didn’t want to explain, in front of Jenny, that she was an homeless person, to give her just a little chance.

    – No, I will not talk to you in private! I’ll call my supervisor and we’ll see what happen to you.

    After a short talk to the supervisor and some apologizes for our “so bad behaviour”, we went back to our seat.

    Jenny comportment change. I saw sadness in her eyes. And then, she said:
    – Isabelle, I don’t belong here.
    – You belong here like any one of us. Please stay Jenny. U2 starts in 5 minutes.
    – I’m sorry, I have to leave.

    And she left, as quick and unexpected as she enter in my life.

    My friends and I enjoy the show. It was spectacular. And when the drums stars to play Sunday bloody Sunday, I looked to the empty seat at my left and whished that Jenny was in a street nearby, close enough to hear the song.

    That night I didn’t gave money to Amnesty International. But if, by any chance, you can put this picture of Jenny in the petition pictures, so she can be remember somewhere, I will really appreciate.

    Thanks to have read my story

    Isabelle

  2. How I bring a homeless to the U2 show

    Dear Bono, the Edge, Mr Clayton and Mr. Mullen,

    First, please excuse my English. My first language is French so maybe some expressions will look awkward to you.

    Few months ago, I bought four tickets to go see U2 in Toronto. I was sooooooo excited about it! Since I’ve seen the DVD U2 go home, I was dreaming about seeing that show one day.

    Unfortunately, three days before the show, one of my friend told me that he can’t go see it anymore. I was very pissed! I tried for three days to find somebody else, but all the people I know couldn’t get their day off. I worried. I tried to find out a solution (I just bought my first house and every dollar count so I was a little nervous to have a 100$ ticket left).

    Finally, three of us left to Toronto on Wednesday morning. We had a long way to go: it’s a five hours trip from my house.

    We arrived there, still with one ticket left. It didn’t take long to realize that my scalper skills was VERY bad. So 15 minutes before the show star, I looked at my boyfriend and my best firend and said:
    – I’ll find an homeless.
    – A what???
    – I’ll invite an homeless to go see the show with us.

    They both look at my with question marks in theirs eyes…but they knew that I was really going to do it.

    So I start walking down the street until I saw this women, asking for money nearby the Roger Centre. The first thing she ask me was:

    – At what time the show start?
    – In 15 minutes…Do you like U2?
    – Yeahhh…
    – What’s your favourite song?
    – Tut tut tututu tu Sundaaaaaaaay blooooody Sundayyyyyyy!

    It was enough to convince me. So I said: “come on, pack you belong and come see the show with me”. She looks at me like if I was joking…until I show her the ticket.
    So she took her backpack, her sleeping bag, went hiding her 3 king can of beer (between the garbage bag and the garbage can) and enter (with a weird look in the eyes of the security guard) in the Rogers Centre.

    Her name was Jenny.

    Before to take our seat, we went to the bar. When we saw the price of the beer (10$ for 1 beer!!!!!) I decide to share one with my friend Sophie. My boyfriend took one and, at my big surprise, Jenny was in line to have a beer. I said, joking:

    – Hey Jenny, are you going to have a beer with the money you gain beggar in the street?
    – Yeah…that’s why people give me money! No?
    – …

    I had nothing to respond but a big, sincere laugh. And, surprising thing, she was the only one not complaining about the price of the beer.

    When we walked into the stadium; when she saw this huge stage going up to the sky, she was 10 times more impress that I would have been if the President Obama had came to my house to know my opinion about war in Iraq.

    When Snow Patrol start their show she was screaming so loud! I think the girl next to us is officially deaf now!

    After each song she was screaming YEAH! YEAH! THEY’RE GOOD! YEAH!. She thanked me a million time. She said she had the time of her life. When she said that, I felt more accomplish that after any work, help or whatever things I did before.

    When Snow Patrol stop, we try to find a place to go smoke a cigarette (bad habit, I know). When we ask the busy-to-text-on-his-cellphone security guard where we can go have a cigarette, he said that he didn’t know.

    We couldn’t get out of the stadium so we went down to the underground parking. We saw a bunch of people smoking there so we said to ourselves “why not”. We all light a cigarette and enjoy it until another security guard arrive. Guest who get caught: Jenny.

    The women, who was really enjoying the “power” of the word “Security” on her back, took Jenny’s ticket, scanned it 3 times just to make sure it was a real one and start yelling at her that she can smoke in a public place.

    – Come on, I said, we were 20 people smoking there. Why is she the only one you argue with?
    – Look at her! Come on! And she looks drunk!

    Then, I tought: “Good Lord! That a chance that she didn’t see her pee behind the garbage can 5 minutes ago!”

    Then she looks at Jenny and said:
    – Mam, you can’t have any other beer here, understand! Or I kick you out of the stadium…you and all your friends.
    – I only had one beer! Jenny said.

    Then I look at the security guard and ask her: “Can I talk to you in private?”
    I didn’t want to explain, in front of Jenny, that she was an homeless person, to give her just a little chance.

    – No, I will not talk to you in private! I’ll call my supervisor and we’ll see what happen to you.

    After a short talk to the supervisor and some apologizes for our “so bad behaviour”, we went back to our seat.

    Jenny comportment change. I saw sadness in her eyes. And then, she said:
    – Isabelle, I don’t belong here.
    – You belong here like any one of us. Please stay Jenny. U2 starts in 5 minutes.
    – I’m sorry, I have to leave.

    And she left, as quick and unexpected as she enter in my life.

    My friends and I enjoy the show. It was spectacular. And when the drums stars to play Sunday bloody Sunday, I looked to the empty seat at my left and whished that Jenny was in a street nearby, close enough to hear the song.

    That night I didn’t gave money to Amnesty International. But if, by any chance, you can put this picture of Jenny in the petition pictures, so she can be remember somewhere, I will really appreciate.

    Thanks to have read my story

    Isabelle

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