the kid down the street-this is a story

I have once met a kid down the street. He looked very sad . No one looked at him. The richer people would laugh at him if they saw him. I noticed he had no money. the next day I saw him again in the same spot. The same sad face. I gave him a cheque. Then , his face face turned happy and he thanked me .The next day ,he was gone. I hoped he used the money for good and to take care of himself .Two weeks later I noticed the newspaper headlines were: BOY HELPS THE POOR . I knew it was the boy I met. I was proud of him.