There was a time in my life when I had absolutely nothing. I slept on the streets, moving from one place to another, carrying only a small bag with a few clothes. Some nights I stayed near closed shops, other nights I slept at bus stops hoping security guards wouldn’t chase me away.
Hunger, shame, and hopelessness had become my daily companions. I never imagined my life would reach that point. Years earlier, I had a small job and a simple but stable life. But a series of problems losing my job, falling into debt, and being unable to pay rent slowly pushed me to the streets.
One bad decision after another made everything worse until I had nowhere left to go. People who once called me a friend stopped answering my calls. Some relatives avoided me because they thought I would ask for money. I felt invisible, like the world had completely forgotten about me.
One afternoon, while sitting near a market hoping someone might offer me small work, an elderly man started a conversation with me.
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