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This is poor .... we should all learn to be grateful for every good thing, good moment, good bite, good person in our lives. I'll bet everyone reading this has more on any day than this little fella has had ever ... and we no doubt complain more every day of our lives than he ever has. Let his face inspire us to appreciate.


Pictures of the year: war and violent conflict

Represents the war torn country that Kek and his family was fleeing. Boys were especially vulnerable ( Ganwar's hand) to the war efforts and this photo embodies it.


"Listen, and take this to heart, it's not what you put in your mouth that defiles you; you are defiled by the words that come out of your mouth."


Little is known of Horace Warner and nothing is known of his relationship to the nippers. Only 30 of these pictures survive, out of 240 he took in 1912 of the Spitalfields Nippers, East End London. They originally accompanied the annual reports of the charitable Bedford Institute, Quaker St, Spitalfields as illustrations of poverty, "but that is not the sum total of these beguiling photographs...spirited images of something more subtle and compelling, the elusive drama of childhood itself."


Cinderella Club Boys collecting for the club, c. late 19th Century. The Cinderella Movement was a late nineteenth century British movement to provide food and entertainment for poor children. Individuals formed “Cinderella Clubs”, named after the fairy tale character Cinderella, to address specific problems associated with children’s welfare.


Abandoned girl in Hong Kong, 1960s photo by Dennis Stock .......THESE PICTURES ARE MUCH TOO SAD ........POOR CHILDREN......YES, WAR IS --HELL--.......ccp

from Emil Leonardi Photography

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With big eyes full of expectation, he looked up to me. His hand searched for something in his pocket. While licking his lolly carefully, he pulled out another one. He glanced at it not even a second. Then his arm emediatally reached out to me, holding his candy in front of me. He did not say a word, but he asked me to take it. I couldn't believe what was happening. Slowly I shook my head. He placed the lolly back in his pocket. That evening I went to bed. I found the lolly under my pillow.