A piece of my life.

I've been living on my own now for more than 3 years.
I was thrown out by my father and I had nowhere to go.
It didn't take long before a friend of mine offered me a job and I gladly accepted it.
So I worked back to the top.
I were so proud of myself that I said "Look at me now! I've worked myself up from the depths of hell and I can take care of my own life! Thanks to hard labour and money I have risen again."

I found a new job so I could start school again, where I could work whenever I needed to and whenever they needed me.
I made some new friends in school, good friends.
But sometimes I saw that they had this sadface, I never asked why they were sad, what I said was:
-Hey! lets do something fun :D
-But i dont have any money to do anything.
-Don't worry I got plenty of it ;)

Money was my solution to everything, money was my happiness, money saved my life.
Why could it not do the same thing for them.

I was blinded by my own greed.
What worked for me didn't work for them.

What came to my mind today was, I was never even close to the depths of hell, i was closer to heaven than what I could ever have imagined.
if I would have asked that I wanted to study. I'm sure that my old friend would have given me a place to live instead.
I owe you my life.
And you who got me to realize, I owe you my gratitude and I'm sorry for what I've done to you.