I lay homeless in pain with internal bleeding. Those who I sat with as a child, laughed with and ate with, were nowhere to be seen.

Not even my real father, who is alive, who knew I was homeless and has never been in my life.

Yet there were times Sam Hyde gave money to me before I was homeless, and even gave it early. And I ate because of Sam, at a time everyone around me were useless.

Sam didn't even know me, but still showed to be more worthy of me than my own father. Even if Sam was just joking.

And Marky was a motherly voice to be heard, while all I can say of my own mother as a child is she abused me.

And I wonder if others who helped me, may have even known Sam.

And Sams skits in World Peace about bad father's and bad mothers, were more useful to me, than all the fake Christians who seem to blindly be happy joy joy and never show emotion, and have nothing to give...just empty, read only files.