This might be a bit long winded but I hope you stick with it.
Back in the late 90's I lived in NSW for a while and one of the perks of my job was heading down to Goulburn for work and typically I would head down for two days, staying one night. I'd go down to visit a Distribution Centre that was run by a colleague who eventually became a close mate. Hospitality is big thing in country towns, or at least it was at that time, so on the night I was staying Chris and I would head out for dinner to the Workers club accompanied by his oldest son Geoffrey who lived with Down Syndrome. Geoff was about 19 and at the time but worked 3 part time jobs. I guess his Down Syndrome might be best described as high functioning.
One was at the local McDonalds, another was at the local Subway, which was owned by his mothers new partner, and he also worked at the Workers Club.
Chris, Geoff and I would arrive at the club where everyone, and I mean everyone, seemed to know them.
The security guards treated Geoff like a younger brother and after greeting him warmly they would proceed to ask to see his ID to make sure he was old enough to enter. Geoff would proudly reach for his wallet to show his ID and the guards would look intently at the ID and then Geoff a couple of times before smiling and giving him the nod to enter. One of those fist pump type greetings would follow with Geoff before we would enter to have a meal. It was a fun game between Geoff and the guards that went on for years.
We would take our seats and Chris would head off to order a few drinks from the bar, he'd have a beer and Geoff and I would have a couple of Coca Cola's. The next task would be to order from the menu and being a club menu it didn't contain a lot of options. Geoff would look it up and down for a couple of minutes before settling for a "Chicken Schnitzel with chips and gravy" and this happened every time we sat down for a meal. Geoff was known by his family as the Big Fella which was a nickname I gave him. Some times while Geoff and I were waiting for Chris to return with the drinks I'd suggest to Geoff that he ask his father for a "lazy 20" so we would quickly go for a few spins of the Pokies. "C'mon Dad have you got a lazy 20 for the Big Fella?" Geoff would ask and Chris coughed up the money every time but even when Geoff won a bit he'd never share any if it with his dad. Chris and I used to have a chuckle about it.
Anyway I'd better get to the crux of the thread, I got a text from Chris the other day suggesting I check rugby.com.au where I was delighted to see a comprehensive article about Geoff
Please take the time to have a read about Geoff
Country Towns are great, someone like Geoff can thrive there and be well supported and loved. I have to get off my backside and head to Goulburn for an overdue catch-up with a couple of mates.
Back in the late 90's I lived in NSW for a while and one of the perks of my job was heading down to Goulburn for work and typically I would head down for two days, staying one night. I'd go down to visit a Distribution Centre that was run by a colleague who eventually became a close mate. Hospitality is big thing in country towns, or at least it was at that time, so on the night I was staying Chris and I would head out for dinner to the Workers club accompanied by his oldest son Geoffrey who lived with Down Syndrome. Geoff was about 19 and at the time but worked 3 part time jobs. I guess his Down Syndrome might be best described as high functioning.
One was at the local McDonalds, another was at the local Subway, which was owned by his mothers new partner, and he also worked at the Workers Club.
Chris, Geoff and I would arrive at the club where everyone, and I mean everyone, seemed to know them.
The security guards treated Geoff like a younger brother and after greeting him warmly they would proceed to ask to see his ID to make sure he was old enough to enter. Geoff would proudly reach for his wallet to show his ID and the guards would look intently at the ID and then Geoff a couple of times before smiling and giving him the nod to enter. One of those fist pump type greetings would follow with Geoff before we would enter to have a meal. It was a fun game between Geoff and the guards that went on for years.
We would take our seats and Chris would head off to order a few drinks from the bar, he'd have a beer and Geoff and I would have a couple of Coca Cola's. The next task would be to order from the menu and being a club menu it didn't contain a lot of options. Geoff would look it up and down for a couple of minutes before settling for a "Chicken Schnitzel with chips and gravy" and this happened every time we sat down for a meal. Geoff was known by his family as the Big Fella which was a nickname I gave him. Some times while Geoff and I were waiting for Chris to return with the drinks I'd suggest to Geoff that he ask his father for a "lazy 20" so we would quickly go for a few spins of the Pokies. "C'mon Dad have you got a lazy 20 for the Big Fella?" Geoff would ask and Chris coughed up the money every time but even when Geoff won a bit he'd never share any if it with his dad. Chris and I used to have a chuckle about it.
Anyway I'd better get to the crux of the thread, I got a text from Chris the other day suggesting I check rugby.com.au where I was delighted to see a comprehensive article about Geoff
Please take the time to have a read about Geoff
Country Towns are great, someone like Geoff can thrive there and be well supported and loved. I have to get off my backside and head to Goulburn for an overdue catch-up with a couple of mates.
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