My name is Angel, and I’d like to tell you a story, a story about how I used to think I’d never be anyone. That I would never rise up to be somebody. But I tell you what, I did, thanks to some help of a friend who was there for me. Here’s my story.

Have you ever just stopped and took some time from you daily routine to listen to someone Else’s story or past? Have you ever took the time to try something different, something new in life? Have you ever wished so hard for something that you knew would never come true? Have you ever thought that some people have feelings? Have you ever felt like you didn’t belong? Well I have, I know what its like not to feel wanted, to feel left out and not needed. its all part of who you are, what you are. I was never good at being around people, and the more I tried the harder it seemed to get for me. Life was never that great for me, till I met Sam.

I was always feeling sorry for myself, I never really thought that there was other people out there that were worse off then me. But one day I ran into Sam. It was another day that I had to work, another day that my life was nothing to anyone. Another day that I had to face people that didn’t like me, people who would rather step on me then as to look at me. They never talked to me, they never even knew I was there. I will always wonder what I did to make people hate me so much, to dislike me. I started off with a really bad day at work. I got there at 10:00am, right on time, clocked in and went to work. My boss comes up to me and says their cutting my hours big time, making room for other people. Why I ask? “Well its that or be fired.” Was his reply. So that’s what I did. I couldn’t really afforded to lose my hours, but being fired would be worse. So I said yes that would be fine,  and it turns out that they cut my hours down to only three! I had been working five and six hours a day, six days a week, but now it was nothing. How would I get by? What would I do? After work I left, feeling lost has to what to do? What would happen to me? I was walking down an ally with my head down, mumbling my own dark thoughts, and that’s when I ran into Sam. Of course I didn’t know his name at the time, and at that time I really didn’t care. I had my own problems at hand. “Please ma’am, do you have something to eat?” said this guy. “No, I said back. “Could you please help me out?” he replied back. “No, I have my own problems right now.” I kept walking and never looked back. The next day it was the same guy, sitting in the same spot. He asked the same thing. He wanted food, and some help. Again I said no, never thinking that this person was worse off then me.