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A mothers story part 3

With this new perspective in mind, I have more confidence to do the things I have always wanted, but never had the guts to do or other ways to help people in worse situations than me.

To start my new undertaking, I see a busker in the street. I stop and listen to the sweet, inspirational music. When I feel that I have obtained everything I could have from the music, I place my last $5 note into his hat and move on to my next operation.

I get about two blocks down the street when I realise that money in a hat isn’t the way I want to spend my time, that it didn’t even hit the peak of the ice burg and I wanted to help people that need my help.

Then, as if it was a sign, I see a young man, about 17, sitting by himself on the side of the road. He was unclean and about and inch away from being completely depressed so I go and sit next to him.

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