No one trusted me, and most of the time not even me. My father was a drunk and my mother was a gambler. I did not exist for them. But still I did not give up, because I really did not have another option or I would end up like many of my family.
I finished school while collaborating in a partnership to help homeless people, but our budget was not enough, and it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to take advantage of the human potential of those we helped, and that is how the project began to help the association. From now who could and would, would sell all kinds of pastry and cookies, and the money generated would make a salary for these homeless people that some had not had a job in decades, and the rest for the charitable association.
Nothing went back to the way it was before; the homeless now had a purpose and hope. We managed to extend the help to more people. Maybe the world will not change radically, a grain does not fill a sack, but it helps.
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