"THE PROFESSIONAL BEGGAR" This was the name the Reverend Cuthbert Arthur Hamilton gave himself in the 1930s. Born in 1880, he was priest of the scattered parish of Wisley-cum-Pyrford in Surrey for thirty-five years, from 1913 until his death in 1948. Without his visionary persistence there would have been no village hall, cricket and football ground, social club, or even the land for the present modern Church of the Good Shepherd. His actions ensured that these major props of the community were hammered into place. He also inspired the many groups - religious and secular - who enjoyed or were to enjoy their facilities. More than that, if any organisation or individual were short of money, he frequently dipped into his own pocket or, as 'The Professional Beggar' of the title, cajoled others to find the requisite funding. The book describes Hamilton's privileged, late-nineteenth century family background and early ministry before coming to the then sleepy Wisley and Pyrford villages and his leadership of the parish during two World Wars - not to mention his personal bravery in France in 1917 while serving in the Church Army. Between the wars, despite his and his wife's periodic illnesses, he guided a rural backwater into becoming a well-administered and caring community. Many have spoken of Wisley and Pyrford as special places and it was Hamilton who set the tone. Never inward-looking, he turned his parishioners' attention to the wider picture and rich and poor learnt that giving could be more rewarding than taking, however large or small the contribution. Whether it was the desperate Durham miners or outcasts in India, Hamilton encouraged people to think of those who were far worse off than themselves.
Introduction |Neenee came to the Big Island from Canada. I came here from Japan. I spent my first two years here just, you know, going to my classes, being a good girl, focusing on school. I really didn't have many friends, and that suited me fine. Then just this past September, I arrive for my first class, and who happens to want to sit at my favorite desk? Neenee! I've been coming to this same room for 2 years now, sitting at the same desk. This is my desk! So we got into a fight over it. I mean an all out actual fist fight. She tore half my clothes off. And as we rolled around on the floor of the classroom, all the boys cheering us on, what do you think happened? Neenee's thigh rubbed up against my pum.. I mean actually ground up against it. She had me pinned against the floor, and she was like trying to stoop up to punch me in the face or something, and 3 or four times her warm thigh like ground up into it. I lost all strength.. and needless to say lost the fight. She gave me my desk back though. And after class, we decided to find somewhere private.
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