Ms.T my Second Mother

When my mother kicked me out of the house I spent nights sleeping in a park while trying to finish high school. I had no bed, no shower,and no food.I went back to my old neighborhood and knocked on the door of Ms.T she was a well known lady kind of like the mother of my neighborhood.All I wanted was something to eat. But Ms.T didn’t just give me a meal. She took me into her home, where he had warm food and a roof over his head she treated me like her very own son. She also brought me to church down the street, and helped me find a job and apply for a social security card and my VISA

About This Story

  • Project: We Are Here
  • Date submitted: 2018-10-03 00:00:00
  • Emotional tone: Strongly positive
  • Who should know about this? Charities

About the Storyteller

  • Community: Boynton Beach
  • Age: 51-60
  • Gender: Male

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  • In my story, problems are solved by: Members of the community
  • My story teaches us to: Always look ahead to the future
  • My story teaches us that: The community has total control
  • My story teaches us that: The community is resilient
  • My story teaches us that: The community is stable

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