Gift me please. I floated over to America on a pizza box in the summer of 1999 from Cuba. I had nothing and started out my life on the dirty streets of New York City. I was living in Central Park while making friends with all of the starving pigeons because they were the only ones I felt like I connected to. One day I decided that eating from soup kitchens and stealing clothes from thrift stores wasn't a good enough life for me. I did the cupid shuffle with my guitar case open and saved up enough donations from random strangers to buy a windows 93 laptop computer. 9 years later after finally understanding how to open the computer, I signed up for a tengaged account. I had to take a 2 year hiatus because I acquired mad cow and had to go to Canada briefly for the free health care. I am back now and have never had a design. It is my one dying wish and I would love for it to become a reality before something else happens to me in this cruel world. Please consider me for this gift. God Bless America.
