A few years ago when my mamma was starting to look at rehab, I went to where people who don't have jobs get money from the government, asking if they could help me, as if you are taking care of someone with a disability they can give you extra financial support. Well because I was being paid by them to be able to live out of home because if the circumstances living with my mother, they said no, and that if my mother did move in with me all my money would be cut off (according to them I'm not allowed to spend one night under the same roof as my mother or they will consider it safe for me to live with her).
So I sat outside the building crying as people walked past and didn't offer me any help, they just looked at me and kept going. I didn't know what to do, because I could barely afford to eat, my mother was going to die if she didn't get some sort of help for her addiction, and there was nothing I could do.
Finally a man stopped and asked if I was okay, and I told him the situation. He said he'd buy me a drink at a cafe and we could sit and talk, so we did, and then I called my grandfather to come pick me up. While we were waiting for him, the man offered to give me a bit of money for food and stuff and I said no, I'm not taking money from a stranger. After a bit of debate he walked off for a moment, then came back as my grandfather showed up, handed me his fist and basically shoved the money in my hand.
I got into the car and as we drove off I looked at the money he gave me, he had given me $200. This was about 5 years ago and I don't know who this guy is, I don't know his name, I don't remember what he looks like. But when I went to buy myself some food with the money he had given me I bought some stuff to donate to an animal shelter to I guess in a way return the favour somewhat.
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