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>playing some mtg with my college group that meets up at my best friend's every friday
>one of the players asks if his friend can join next time we play
>nobody has a problem with it
>next friday rolls around
>everybody gets set up
>knock on the door
>best friend opens the door
>immediate regret
>actual fucking fecal smell emanates from this mass of unkempt hairy adipose
>try my god damndest to be polite and try to ignore the smell and just play.
>he picks up the game pretty quickly, and thankfully he doesn't speak too often because each time he opens his mouth the halitose burns my nostrils.
>we tolerate this for exactly 10 minutes before the poli-sci dude in our group slams his can of altoids on the plaguelord's side of the table and blurts "do not fucking speak in my direction again until you've fucking emptied this your breath smells like death."
>dead fucking silence for 10 seconds.
>plaguelord gets up, apologizes, and leaves
>we try to pretend this never happened.
>next week rolls around, its still on everyone's mind.
>knock on the door
>takes a few moments to recognize the stranger in front of us
>holy shit its the plaguelord, and he's fucking clean
>completely shaved his patchy neckbeard
>is wearing what looks like a brand new clothes, his jeans even still have a sticker on them
>smells vaguely like strawberries instead of rotten onions
>teeth still stained but the halitose is completely gone and replaced with mint.
>apologized for last week, asked if he could play again
>fast forward a few months and now he's a regular at our table, he even brings homemade snacks.
Has this ever happened in your groups or is this some sort of anomaly/divine intervention?
Yeah, fairly similar.
Dude worked with me and two of my players (not mtg, but ttrpg) at a fast food joint back when we were still in high school, and right after.
Guy was dumb as a brick, but just genuinely nice. Always willing to help people out with whatever.
But he was couch surfing. And he'd never had good hygiene (we find out later) because his family were almost homeless, and rarely had fancy things like running water.
His teeth were literally green.
He starts playing d&d and my home brew system with us. Again, dumb as a brick, but he's totally into it, does voices, physically acts things out, just straight baller of a player, the kind that keeps a table on a good vibe.
But Jesus fucking Christ, the smell of the guy. And his skin was horrible on top of that.
Me and one of my friends took him aside after work and talked to him about it. Me being me, I was pretty blunt. Said something like, dude, we love playing with you, you're a great guy, but I've smelled rotten skunk that smelled better; what's the deal?
He was pretty ashamed, but me and my homie reassured him that we liked him anyway, and wanted to help.
Well, dude didn't really have a place, and had to limit himself to one bag. So we talked to my dad, and another friend's dad. Got permission for the guy to shower at our places here and there.
I was a nurse's assistant, got my certification during this time, and ended up having to teach the guy how to take care of himself. It was a bit weird, but as he started getting cleaner, feeling more confident, he'd open up about things. Dude didn't know how to wash his dick properly. So my freshly 18 year old self had to instruct this mid twenties dude in how to keep his junk clean lol. Nobody else involved really knew how to teach someone stuff they took for granted, but I'd had to kinda relearn all the hygiene stuff from a new perspective, so it was easy.
Anyway, a few months into this, and he's looking better, smelling a lot better, and lands an assistant manager position because of it. I mean, it's fast food, so it's a shit job, but it was a big step up for him. And it came with insurance (amazingly), so he started getting his teeth fixed up a little at a time.
About a year and a half passes, and he meets this girl at a party we were throwing. Not exactly a friend, but known to us. She sees him and gets all flustered, red faced and stuttering. Turns out, he cleans up pretty good. He's smiling a lot more because he's not hiding his teeth. He's got better clothes, his own place, he's a new guy from the outside, but still this awesome dude inside.
About a year later, they're married. Me and the ttrpg group are all standing with him, the second of any of us to get married, and the first not to elope lol.
A little over a year after that, he's got a kid new born, and is a regional manager. Still dumb as a brick, but because he's able to follow instructions and the company had good ones, it's something he can do well. Plus, everybody that worked under him loved the guy because he was still just righteous.
They ended up moving to Colorado for her job, and he was stay at home dad for a while. We kinda lost touch except for the occasional email or call, but they were happy and doing fine the last time we caught up.
There's no real moral to all of that, but it was similar enough to the greentext I figured it might be of minor interest.
I'll say this much; it never hurts to try reaching out to someone.
I'm glad it worked out for everyone.
Massive props to you for helping the guy out like that. Kindness like that can really turn around someone's life.
My family, my parents in particular, led by example, so I give props to them :)
There's a few of my friends that were with us for a while when they needed it, and plenty of other people that are relatives or friends or even a couple of friends of friends or relatives lol.
My folks were reasonably careful in that they wouldn't just let any stranger in the door or anything like that, and they paid attention to what any guests would do around me and my sister. But if they could help someone, they did.
It was really, really awesome knowing that, no matter what other flaws they had as people, if I went to them and wanted to do something for someone, they'd take it seriously and back me up.
Damn you for making me shed a tear for a comment on a greentext post, what a wholesome story.
Really shows the impact that your family and upbringing has on you. You were good friends and good people for helping him out, so good to hear stories like this.
Legit, my mom and dad were incredible about that kind of thing. I was one of those kids that always wanted to help my friends when they needed it, and my folks put their home, and their income behind that, every time.
That guy, Keith, wasn't the first or last person I was allowed to open our home to in one way or another.
They really did lead by example in how to treat people, especially friends. The number of times an aunt, uncle, or a friend of the family, would spend a few weeks with us after life hit them hard is high enough I can't count them. Goes back to before I can remember because there's folks that spent time with us when I was a baby that still come to visit my dad and me, telling stories about me as a baby.
Dude that's wholesome as all heck!