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An older man with a young boy just walked by….the man was in his 40’s or 50’s…the boy 10-12. I looked briefly, saw poverty, then averted my eyes.
The man was poor. I know what it’s like to be poor. I felt bad for him. I felt bad for the boy. I’m not poor now. I don’t want to be poor again. Ever. I’m getting back to work now…
And now I’m working scared….
“Whatever it takes.
….I’ll do the Work”.
