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 * Trying to make a difference..**

One day while working at the cafe I saw a boy sitting all alone across the street. He looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks and his clothes were all beat up. I took my break then to go talk to him. Me: Hey there. Timmy: Hi.. Me: How are you today? Timmy: I'm fine.. Me: What's your name, I'm Cirillo Moretti. Timmy: I'm Timmy Johnston Me: Nice to meet you Timmy. But what are you doing sitting at the side of the road all alone? Timmy: I have no place to go.. Me: What do you mean? Timmy: I ran away from home.. My dad was drunk and going crazy. Throwing things everywhere. Me: Oh no, I'm sorry. I know how you feel though. My father was just like that, probably still is. What about your mother? Timmy: She died when about a year ago.. Me: Wow Timmy, you seem like a younger version of me. I know what your going through. Keep your chin up and things will get better. You know what I do to cheer up? I draw. Timmy:Draw? I can't draw. Me: Sure you can! With a little practice, drawing is fun either way. Just get some paper, a pencil or anything u can draw with and just draw the first thing that pops in your head. Timmy: Can you teach me? Me: Sure! Come back here tomorrow morning at about 10:00am. I will teach you the basics. Now run on home now. Things can be bad at home but things will get better. Timmy: Thanks Cirillo! Timmy came over that morning and I showed him how to draw flowers at first. Just basic lines and shapes. Then after a few weeks of practice he was moving on to detail in the flowers. He was catching on right away and becoming a very good drawer just from a few weeks of practice. I was very proud. Because art can be an escape for anyone who needs somewhere to go.