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"A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to get some
Valentine's Day shopping done. I was stressed out and not
thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark,
cold,and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car up.
I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need
later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to
the mall entrance. As I was searching the wet pavement for
the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing.

"The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12
years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat.

He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him
from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a
hundred dollar bill in his hand. Thinking that he had gotten
lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told
me his sad story.

"He said that he came from a large family. He had three
brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was
nine years old. His Mother was poorly educated and worked
two full time jobs. She made very little to support her
large family.

"Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred
dollars to buy her children some Easter presents
(since she didn't manage to get them anything on Christmas).
The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the
way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy
presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take
the bus home.

"He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed
one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the
night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. The boy said, "I
did." "And nobody came to help you?" I queried. The boy
stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud
did you scream?" I inquired. The soft-spoken boy looked up
and meekly whispered, "Help me!" I realized that absolutely
no one could have heard that poor boy's cry for help.

"So I grabbed his other hundred and made a dash for my car.

Signed,

Kenneth Lay
Enron CEO"