So YOU'RE the one!
Sic 'im; boys!!
Posted on 02/26/2013 3:51:37 AM PST by lowbridge
Art Bouvier, the owner of a New Orleans-inspired restaurant located in Indianapolis saw a young man trudging through the early morning snow and ice last week. The teen stopped to ask Bouvier — who owns Papa Roux Po Boys and Cajun Food– how much further it might be to his final destination and was told it was six to seven miles.
“He thanked me and continued on,” Bouvier, who also goes by Papa, wrote of the encounter in a now viral Facebook post. “He could have asked me for money for a bus. In fact I quite expected him to. He didn’t. He just started walking.”
To a local news station, Fox 59, Bouvier added that the teen later said he wouldn’t have money for a bus ride until he got a job.
Bouvier continued in his post that 15 minutes later he was in the car and told his wife to pull over when he spotted the teen — still walking.
That’s when he found out the 18-year-old named Jhaqueil Reagan had intended to walk a full 10 miles for a job interview. The Bouviers gave Reagan a ride the rest of the distance — but that’s not all.
“I’m thinking to myself, here’s a kid walking almost 10 miles in the ice and slush and snow for the hope of a job at minimum wage,” Bouvier told Fox 59. “That’s the kind of story your parents used to tell, my parents used to tell, up both ways in the snow.”
Bouvier took Reagan’s phone number advising him to keep his interview, but noted he would see if he could hire him at Papa Roux.
In a phone interview with TheBlaze, Bouvier went on to say he told Reagan whatever the other shop offered him, he would double it.
(Excerpt) Read more at theblaze.com ...
I don’t know; but I’ve driven past the place a zillion times or less.
They don't call it Hoosier Hospitality fer nuttin'!
They always will. It’s natural law. It’s a shock particularly to pop culture types.
We’ll see what Ben Affleck does with his discovery.
Been there once and the food was good. Wide selection good prices but crowded.
Jeff Foxworthy did a skit about Louisiana cooking once.He said it's delicious but you shouldn't ask too many questions about what's in it.He went on to imitate a guy with a cajun accent cooking something up...."git back in that pot,git back in there" (it's funnier with the accent thrown in).
Reagan said it’s been hard finding opportunities. He was forced to quit school two years ago when his mother died. He completed his GED while staying home to care for his siblings.
Great story! I wish them both all the success in the world.
I have a very white, blue eyed blonde 51 yo daughter named Kenya.......
What an outstanding young man. Any employer would be blessed to have him.
What a great story! God bless this young man, the restaurant owner for giving him a job, and the transit company for giving him the year’s pass! This is how it is supposed to be! This is how God intended for us to be...to care for one another!
“Conned”
Really? How so? Why would you say that?
Absent any proof otherwise, I find interesting your initial reaction is to view (apparently) all things with such a black heart.
But then again, you may be right, maybe the kid decided to walk in the snow in the hope some good person might come along and rather than hit that person up for cash, shock, offer him a job.
Take a look at post 28.
Indeed. I believe nothing this POS does is unintended.
FMCDH(BITS)
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In addition to having a job that would be only a three mile walk from home instead of 10 miles, the local transit authority IndyGo gave Reagan a one-year pass free of charge.
Welfare dollars at work again....No wonder we are BROKE!!!!
It's actually a kind of cute name for a girl, but it does bring some connotations. I'd guess that most folks seeing just her name would expect her to be black.
(How'd you come up with the name, if you don't mind me asking? It's just quite unusual.)
Likewise most folk would assume Mr Reagan is black just due to his name.
So YOU'RE the one!
Sic 'im; boys!!
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