A friend of mine, JT, told me his ultimate humiliation at the poker table. A paraplegic sat next to JT at the $30-$60 table. An assistant would show the handicapped man his cards, but it wasn't feasible to lean over and stack the man's chips for him so this task fell to the kind-hearted JT. The man couldn't play a lick, but got on quite a heater and put bad beat after bad beat on JT. He'd let out a high-shrieked cackle when he won and JT would have to deal with the humiliation of stacking the chips in front of the "helpless" laughing man. It didn't seem right to suffer bad beats, but to have to stack the chips for your grinning victor was an added slap in the face. A few minutes previously he had felt a sense of pride in offering a helping hand to someone in need and now he was looking for any reason in the world not to do the task. Nobody wanted to change seats and nobody left the table. JT was stuck. The bad-beat, laughing and chip stacking continued through-out the night. When JT went all in with two Aces and lost to the man's J-9 offsuit he quietly stacked his last chips into the man's pile, stood up and slunk away into the night.
Being a healthy, happily married man with 2 wonderful boys allows him to have the perspective to laugh at the situation now, but that night he didn't find it very funny.
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I may have tripped over the wheel chair on accident of course on my way out. JT will have you laughing pretty hard telling this one.
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