“I am 21 and living on the street because I can’t find a job. My grandmother raised me and I was on the street after she died of cancer. I have been living out here a long time. I need a job, a beautiful wife and a car. The hardest part of being on the street is watching people with their beautiful wives and cars. I stick to myself, but I have seen it all. I sit here and think and pray and sometimes people bring food to me. I am still trying to find a job, but I am stuck.”
I just have to educate myself on a new way to tell these stories
“My grandfathers were coal miners. They raised large families: six on one side, ten on the other. They raised a lot of...
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