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I can't help it. I walk among these streets and everywhere I turn I see a homeless person, a homeless dog, even homeless families all curled up together. Oh how it kills me to know that they are suffering. There's a little girl sitting down laying back at the wall. I stared into her eyes for she did not cry but sighed almost as if she was saying to her own self "everything will turn out fine". Next I move on to a little boy I look at him. He's picking out food out of the garbage. My heart cries. I pull out a 20 dollar bill. I give it to the little boy, I said "promise me you'll share this with the little girl over there" I pointed to the wall. He didnt say anything for simply he went over to the little girl grabbed her hand and walked together to a store where they would by themselves something that will fill them up. At the very moment those to kids changed my life.





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