Life is not a bed of roses so you take every chance you get. Man has to work his way from place to place because life is a game of luck, but a real man makes his own luck. but on a second thought, not all men can be born with a silver spoon, then i thought to myself i have air in my lungs so as every other human, i also wake up every morning like other humans not knowing what the day will bring, who am going to meet. though, i don't sleep under a bridge, and so i think life is a gift and i don't intend on wasting it so as to make each day count, this thought keeps coming back to my memory at every moment when i see the boy with a piece of bread in is mouth looking up to me, it always makes me feel like we had an unfinished discussion, then i thought again, why don't i make a change so i walked up to him with a smile and said "never give up boy" then i reached out for my wallet and gave him a thousand dollar, he drop the bread and walked away with a big smile. with joy in my heart i was so glad i had made a new count and also save a generation.