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I drive in a car to the neighborhood market. As the car rolls along i look out of the window. Everything i see, well it just seems to bother me, the man on the street begging for just a little sympathy. He stands there so cold in his hoodie and jeans. Hes dirtied and bruised holding out his mug filled with nothing. People walk by and they pay him no attention though his eyes are wet with tears. Hes saying "please please ive got a son and a daughter, they are at home watching their poor sick mother." Maybe one or two people give him a nickle or quarter. They think their so special sacrificing so much of their lives. Well once again he goes home with not much to offer, he says "im sorry my love you know I dont want you to suffer" she coughs and she tries to say something but, all that comes out is just a weezing wisper. His kids come home from searching a dumpster, they shout "father father weve found 50 dollars" "thats great" he replies with a smile and some laughter, but you know that its not ours. We have to give it up. They frown and ask why, and he says "we have to be truthful, though we may be the only ones in this world" Yes their the only one in this world.