An aging man sits on a bench at the bus stop. He sits carefully underneath the timed heater because it is chilly in the fall. His clothes are worn, and a little dirty. Sitting next to him is a paper bag with a glass bottle, a 40 ounce beer which is one of the few things keeping him warm.
This man sits alone because he cannot stand the company of optimistic people. As a child, he was made fun of. He rarely had a friend, and at one point was forced into an alternative schooling system for kids with behavioral problems because he got into fights for defending himself. This forced him to resent adults even further, and he constantly challenged any type of authority. His life changed when he meet a girl, and fell in love. Over the next 4 years, he started to open up until one day, adults decided that the girl needed to be transferred to another school for her own issues. Seen as adult interference in his love, he immediately stopped talking to anyone, and became a serious troublemaker. He was dedicated to making the lives difficult for anyone who decided to tell him what to do.
When he started talking again, his demeanor changed drastically. He started writing rap lyrics because growing up in a poverty stricken part of Chicago, that was the only music that made sense to him. His songs were about death and killing. His every day spent writing music that drove him into further depression and he became suicidal.
This kid was special despite all of the evidence pointing to a delinquent. He had a talent, and a passion for the fellow man. Secretly, he only wanted a peaceful world, and to help people in need. God forbid he tell anyone his true feelings, so he spent his time trying hard to separate himself emotionally from everyone in his life. He wanted solidarity so bad that he made every effort for everyone to hate him. He did bad things, sold bad things. He was truly someone to fear.
One day, this kid was older. His songs were heard by someone successful and he was discovered just as fast. The music industry person produced some of his songs, and made him a part of his family. But the teenager was skeptical still of human nature. With his mental state deteriorated, his family didn’t even want anything to do with him, so they threw him out on the street. His nights were spent in the shelters, or walking the streets if he was unable to get transported to the furthest shelters. He spend Thanksgiving, and Christmas walking the streets feeling bad for himself, watching families through their windows as they ate dinner at their tables and smiled. He walked through the knee-deep snow with his single bag slung over his shoulder. His bag contained his notebooks with lyrics, and a couple of clothing items.
After walking the streets for months, he eventually decided that he would try to get himself out of the situation, so he applied for jobs. He got one, and his family let him move back in, in exchange for rent money. The rent money took every single penny from him which left him dependent upon his family and resenting them for it. The situation just proved what he already knew; that nobody cared about anybody. He wanted to move away from it all badly, so one day he packed his bags and did just that.
Today, that kid is an older man. His days are spent trying to survive, and still has a passion of helping others. He also continues to see the bad part of human nature unwilling to make any changes in this world.
My mission is to teach guys like this that people do care. My mission is to help homeless people like this, and make them believe in society. My mission is to change this country so there is no longer a single person living on the streets just begging to die so that the pain can end.
If you also wish to help change the world, I ask you to make a donation on the right side of this website, so that I can start this organization dedicated to helping the homeless. I need your help to make this happen. thank you for reading this, and thank you in advance for your assistance.
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