The Hidden Destiny
When I was fourteen, my mother and I hit a rough spot where we couldn't even afford to buy food we used to go to churches to get meals, because otherwise, we would've gone hungry. But I had an ideal. I took a plastic bucket and put a sign on it that said, "please help. We need money." Too embarrassed to let anyone see me with it, I put it next to the road and looked out the window hoping people who went by would drop money in it. Needless to say, it didn't work. Even worse, my mother saw it, and it punched a hole in her heart. "You don't have to do this," she said, tears streaming down her face." We'll make it somehow, But I couldn't do nothing. The feeling of powerlessness was killing me. A few days later. I notice a Girl Scout going door-to-door, selling fruits, by the time she got to the end of the street, all her fruits were gone, and she had a wad of money in her hand. That's when I learned one of the most important lesso