• My heart sank deep down in my chest as my eyes lay apon the people in the streets. Nothing had been seeming to go right in this world anymore. On the streets grubby hands raise up to tug on my or my mother's shirt tail. All that they want is some spare change, or a morsel of food. One day, long ago, I remember asking my mom why we had never given them anything. Shaking her head, she replied to me in an answer that I would never forget.
    "Julie, they are just not like us; it is better that we just ignore them and leave them alone."
    I never could comprehend what that ment when I was a little kid. We had a home, they didn't. We had money, they didn't. We had food, and they didn't. Little did my mother know that everything could change. Dad lost his job, and mom couldn't find one. We're not so different from those people now. A woman comes along, and I tug at her shirt tail.
    "Spare some change, miss?"