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This is Scott, he asked me for 50 cents just as I was leaving the 99 cents store. So instead of giving him 50 cents I took him back inside the store with me and purchased milk, granola bars and chips and lots of water bottles for him. As I purchased these items with him walking along side of me picking out things the manager asked me if he was bothering me and then proceeded to ask him to leave. I interrupted him and told him that the only person that was a bother to me was him and asked him to leave Scott and I alone as we continued our shopping. He did however dozens of people stared at Scott and I as we walked around together talking and picking things out for him. People were whispering and giving us dirty looks. After we went to the register together and paid for his items I got dirty looks and rude comments. Scott and I walked out of the store and he couldn’t thank me enough, he was just a man who lost his job and went through a tough time in his life causing him to become homeless. He may have just asked for 50 cents but what he got was a new friend and food from the store as well as food that I went back home and brought to him. Not all homeless people are losers as he said himself, they’re just people who never made it back on their feet. 💛 I don’t care if I get a ton of hateful comments or dirty looks for helping someone in need. That’s just the type of person I am, I believe in being someone that’s there for EVERYONE. He was not a bother to me and he never would have been, however the disgusting people that were so heartless and rude to us were.

This is Scott, he asked me for 50 cents just as I was leaving the 99 cents store. So instead of giving him 50 cents I took him back inside the store with me and purchased milk, granola bars and chips and lots of water bottles for him. As I purchased these items with him walking along side of me picking out things the manager asked me if he was bothering me and then proceeded to ask him to leave. I interrupted him and told him that the only person that was a bother to me was him and asked him to leave Scott and I alone as we continued our shopping. He did however dozens of people stared at Scott and I as we walked around together talking and picking things out for him. People were whispering and giving us dirty looks. After we went to the register together and paid for his items I got dirty looks and rude comments. Scott and I walked out of the store and he couldn’t thank me enough, he was just a man who lost his job and went through a tough time in his life causing him to become homeless. He may have just asked for 50 cents but what he got was a new friend and food from the store as well as food that I went back home and brought to him. Not all homeless people are losers as he said himself, they’re just people who never made it back on their feet. 💛 I don’t care if I get a ton of hateful comments or dirty looks for helping someone in need. That’s just the type of person I am, I believe in being someone that’s there for EVERYONE. He was not a bother to me and he never would have been, however the disgusting people that were so heartless and rude to us were.



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How old are you?
-I am 20 years old
Where do you live?
-Southern California
What do you do for a living?
-I am a sales associate at a cigar shop however I am going to school to become an RN.
Interests

I am obsessed with Disneyland, I am a coffee addict that enjoys smoking cigars and spending time with friends and family.

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