I was going through some old souvenirs of my trip to your country a few years ago. I found your business card and I remembered how glad I was you gave me a hand that time to contact important people and to get around your city.
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(Note: This is not my personal story, this is the story of a dear friend who now has a wonderful mansion outside London, he share this lesson with me and now I am sharing it with you as well. I hope we all can learn something useful from it)
I was so used to live in that house that the idea that I would leave it someday never crossed my mind. I had lived there since I was 5 years old. It was small but very comfortable and to my eyes it had everything I needed.
She was asking for some help to feed her baby, some spare coins in order to buy food and milk for a tiny beautiful baby she was carrying along with a bag full of old clothes, newspapers for these cold nights, an old broken umbrella and others things I couldn’t see very well, she carried many other plastic bags in her hands so it was very difficult for her to move around with baby and bags everywhere.
You could say she was recently living in the street, she didn’t look like the typical homeless person since her clothes were still in a certain good shape, she was very young and looked very frightened. Probably was a typical case of teenage pregnancy where they decide to run away from home or even their parents kick them out. I don’t know I am just speculating. Continue reading →