As I watch out the gloomy window of the van; big, dull office buildings go by in the stormy night.  Thinking of where I am going.  Horrible, sad, exciting, awful, forgiving, extraordinary, and cheerful thoughts go through my head as I approach my destination.  I think of my past, what excellent times I had, what hardships I’ve gone through.  That all of those things bring me back to where I started from, and sit.  How I had started as a dirty, unloved, uncared for, no good poor boy taking care of his two younger siblings, thinking in the whole world no one loved us, thinking not one person would come to us and say, “Oh honey look at those three little boys out in the rain wet.  With no parents, home, or food.  Honey lets help them give them a home, family, and food.  “But no, not one person stops.”