I Begged In The Streets To Feed My Family

I Begged In The Streets To Feed My Family


Hey, guys! My name is Amber. And today I can happily say, I have a roof
over my head, clean clothes, and I’ve just had a really nice dinner. What’s so special about that? Believe it or not, before, like less than
a year ago, you would’ve found me sitting in the streets with a sign that says: ‘Homeless
& Hungry.’ Everything that was happening in our family
at that time came to this. My dad was a failed lawyer. And my mom was a housewife. I also had three younger siblings who needed
to be fed and clothed. And when it seemed it couldn’t get any worse… One day I came back home from school to see
my mom crying. My dad looked absolutely lost. It turned out that he had been fired. That was the moment of total collapse, because
there was nothing else we could do then, but to mortgage our house. We were just drowning in debt. My father became very irritable and hot-tempered. Sometimes, when we were having lunch, if instant
noodles could even be called ‘lunch,’ I would occasionally break a cup. My dad would get furious! He’d cry out: ‘You are nothing but a burden
in this house.’ But I was only fifteen years old and I was
still in school. How could I help? Time went on, but the situation was not getting
any better. The last place I wanted to go was home, so
I would spend my time anywhere, but not there. One evening when I was walking along the street,
I saw a woman digging through the garbage near the supermarket. I took a closer look and realized it was my
mother. That was the final straw. I ran away as fast as I could. I don’t know how long I was running, but I
finally found myself on a completely unknown street. Suddenly I noticed a plastic cup near the
bench. There was some coffee left in there. I was so hungry and thirsty! So I grabbed the cup and chugged it all. What a disgrace! I sat on the ground and burst into tears. I was weeping and sobbing, when I heard a
clanking sound. I looked up to see a nice old man, who put
some coins into the coffee cup. I was speechless, but I took them. There was twelve dollars in there! It was enough to get something to eat for
my younger brothers and sisters. I thought it was a good day. The kids didn’t go to bed hungry that night,
but just you wait. My father listened to my story very carefully
and thoughtfully said: ‘It took you a minute to earn twelve dollars doing nothing. Why don’t you go and do it again with a sign
or something?’ I couldn’t believe my ears! My own father was telling me to become a beggar! My mom immediately leapt to my defense and
it all ended up in a big fight. I couldn’t sleep a wink that night. In the morning I took a piece of cardboard
and made a sign. When my mom saw it, she tried to persuade
me that I didn’t have to do that. But I just said: ‘ I saw what you were doing
near the supermarket that evening. If you can do that, why can’t I beg?’ My mom didn’t say a word. So, after school I went to some unknown street,
where nobody could possibly recognize me. Suddenly I saw a group of people with signs
and one guy who played the guitar for money. That was the right place for this kind of
business. I sat on the ground and started waiting. I never felt more humiliated and ashamed in
my life. But that day’s luck was with me. People would come up to me and give me money. I think I was getting more than my ‘co-workers’,
so I started feeling their unkind eyes on me. I collected more than fifty dollars that evening. I think I had never had so much money in my
hands before! When I brought it home, my father was really
happy and proud of me, but he immediately said I had to do it again. Now I had to go to that street every single
day after school and beg for money. And every day my father asked me to go there
again. Then he suggested that I didn’t just sit there
doing nothing. He thought I would bring much more, if I faked
some disease symptoms like cerebral palsy. That was too much for me! I exclaimed I was not going to do that under
any circumstances, but my father was adamant about it. And he forbid me to tell mom a word. I felt so disgusting, but I did what my father
had ordered me to do. And I actually started getting more money
for it. But that was the point when my street colleagues
decided to not let me get away with it. Suddenly I found myself surrounded by all
of them. One guy told me to get the hell off of that
street and to not come back ever again. I got really scared, but then I heard somebody
shouting: ‘Leave her alone!’ That was that very guy with the guitar. He was my age, but for some reason all those
people listened to him and went back to their signs. Then he smiled and sat next to me. His name was Tommy. He seemed so nice and friendly. I told him my story and he told me his. It turned out that he also had a dysfunctional
family, but his story sounded much worse than mine. Both of his parents were alcoholics, and he
wasn’t even sure if they were still alive. We became good friends and started going for
walks together every evening. Before I knew it, I was deeply in love with
Tommy. And it was mutual! It was such a desperate period in my life,
but I had never felt any happier! In addition, the status of being Tommy’s girlfriend
helped me to become one of them, a part of the community. I listened to those poor people’s stories
and realized how petty my problems were compared to theirs. Most of them used to have a normal life before. It is weird to say that, but at some point
I even started feeling they all had become a better family for me than my own one. And it would’ve never ended if it were not
for that day. I was sitting there with my sign after school,
as usual, when I suddenly saw a man staring at me. I realized it was my chemistry teacher, Mr.
Fray. My liver almost fell out. Mr. Fray came up to me and quietly gave me
twenty dollars. He pretended he hadn’t recognized me, but
I knew that wasn’t true. The next day I went to school with my legs
shaking. I knew I would have to explain myself, but
I had no idea what I would say. After the lesson, Mr. Fray asked me to stay
in the classroom and to tell him what had happened. He looked very compassionate, so I told him
the truth. I begged him not to blame my parents and not
to tell anyone about it. A few days later he asked me to stay after
class again. Mr. Fray looked very serious and told me he
would not tell anyone, but only if I promised I would never ever do it again. Before I even tried to resist he said: ‘I
will offer you a job in my laboratory instead.’ He also said that he had already talked to
my father about it. I was so shocked I couldn’t even make myself
say thank you. I didn’t expect my teacher to be such a generous
person. I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t have to fake
cerebral palsy and beg for money anymore! I rushed to Tommy to tell him the good news. He was so happy for me! I promised him that nothing was going to change
and that I would come to see him every day. When I got back home, everybody was already
aware of what had happened. My mom and my little siblings squeezed me
in their arms. They all looked at me as if I were a hero,
but my father was not at home. Mom said he had gone on an interview. An interview for a job! We all were waiting with our fingers crossed. When my father came back home and announced
he had gotten the job, we were all just over the moon. He came up to me and gave me a warm hug. He said it was my teacher, Mr. Fray, who had
helped him. It was so hard to find words of gratitude
for my wonderful teacher who had basically come to our rescue. I still believe that this was the best day
of my life, the day when this nightmare was over. Things went very well. My father tried to do his best at his new
workplace and succeeded. He earned enough money to pay off his debts
and to provide for the family. My universe was back on track again. One day my father asked me to go for a little
walk with him. We went to a cafe and dad got me my favorite
ice cream. And then I saw his eyes become red and filled
with tears. He said he was so sorry he made me do all
those horrible things and that he would never be able to forgive himself for it. Then he handed me an envelope. I opened it and sighed. There was a lot of money in there, more than
a thousand dollars! My father said I deserved to spend it in whatever
way I wanted to. As you might’ve guessed, the first thought
I had in my mind was Tommy. I told him about the money and offered to
share it with him, but he refused. He kept on repeating he was happy for me,
but I saw that something had changed inside him. I decided to throw a small party for him and
my friends, I bought a lot of delicious food and drinks. We all had a good time and everybody said
how lucky I was and wished me all the best. But when I came back home from that party,
I realized I had no envelope with me. My money was gone! I just couldn’t believe any one of my friends
could’ve done that!. When I went back there next morning, I saw
that Tommy wasn’t there. I asked the others about him, but they just
laughed and said: ‘He’s gone up in the hills with your money, sweetie.’ My heart was broken. Could he really just trade me for a thousand
dollars? But he didn’t come back the day after, or
even a week later. I never saw him again. I was devastated. But it turned out that this was not the end. So there I was, walking with my new boyfriend
around a park one Sunday afternoon. Suddenly we heard somebody playing the guitar. I could swear I knew that voice. We got closer and I saw Tommy. He hadn’t change a bit, he did have a new
guitar though. He stopped singing when he saw me and just
froze. I put some coins into his bowl, grabbed my
boyfriend’s hand, and left. That was my closure. Time heals even the deepest wounds. After all those numerous offenses and betrayals,
I am still learning to love and trust people. But what is more important is that never has
my family been so well off. We have all managed to get through our hard
times and to turn over a new leaf. What would you have done if you were me? What would you do if you saw Tommy? Please tell me what you think in the comments. Feel free to share this video with your friends.

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