I was at a bakery shop. I have been visiting that bakery shop for years, every year I bought my birthday cake from this exact location. You can say that me & the bakery grew up together, i supposed.
As I saw walking up the stairs, a tired-looking man was sitting on the staircase, with a packet of drinking water. He had dark skin, afro hair, and you can sense something from this man - possibly hungry.
He walked around outside the bakery with depressing eyes and hunger. I walked into the bakery with a simple intention, to buy bread. Without hesitant, without the worry. How different our lives are, between this stranger and me. How different everything are.
I felt like buying a loaf of bread for him of course. But when of course there is fear - is he maybe crazy? Will he attack me? This is common, i supposed to be even thinking about. I bought a couple of breads, thinking about wanting to give him, because obviously he needs it much more than i do. But as I walked out, he already was gone into the darkness.
As we drove off, the grief and the sadness was a little overwhelming. I, as a person, who have a roof over my head, basically i have a beautiful and complete life. He, also a person, is not so lucky, and doesn't have what a person deserve to have.
Okay, look. I dont have some fancy smancy vocabulary. In fact, my vocabulary is, hmm how should we say this, er, SUCKS. Bear with me. With this ABC.
In the car, a thought struck me. I want to change the world. I want poverty and hunger to vanish from this realistic and pathetic world. But as I stepped into my home, i realised something even bigger.
I can't change the world. I can only help.
Or maybe, correction, WE can change the world.
Action is better than words. As humans, let's end poverty. Visit this website to learn more.
Thank you.
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