If I Were the President

There was once a time when I escaped the hustles of the world. I found myself walking alone in a dark and lonely street. Trash was scattered everywhere and the street was filled with rats. I was deeply moved and saddened by the frightful sight. While I was walking down the street, I saw a boy. The boy had eyes similar to a jaguar’s but showed signs of depression; he was so thin that his bones were clearly outlined under his skin and his clothes were half torn, half worn. I approached the boy and asked, “Why are you staying in such a place?” He replied, “I have nowhere to go.” “Then why stay here? Where is your home? Where are your parents?” I asked. Tears began to flow from his eyes while he told me his story, “My father left us when I was still 5 and my mother was just a struggling housewife at that time. My mother had to find a job so that she could support our financial needs but the only job she could find paid a low salary. To make matters worse, my brother had been infected with an unknown disease and was immediately rushed to the hospital. My mother was forced to work at a bar to earn extra money so she could pay for the hospital bill. Unfortunately my brother did not make it and died after several days. My mother had a mental breakdown because of the death of my brother and didn’t know where to get extra money to pay for my brother’s funeral. She then decided to leave me in this forsaken place and here I am now, waiting for death to come.” “Poor boy” I said while I hold him in my arms. “Come with me, we will go to your new home”. Then I carried the boy out of the lonely street.

It was in that time that I came to realize that the world, despite having many problems, was forgetting the lives of it’s youth that have been afflicted by many problems. It was my conscience that came to me and said to myself “what if I could help these people so the world would be a better place for them? What if I can divert the attention of the world from politics to