English Story. Part 2My name is Franklin Theodore. I am 27 years of age, and I organize activities in my local church. I once had a perfect life. I woke up every morning with a smile. I greeted everyone I saw. I helped people laugh and smile. And best of all, I come home everyday to my beautiful wife, Alice. But all this had been taken from me. The life God had given me for my loyalty was stripped from my hands. He stole the same happiness he had given me. God had punished me for being grateful to him.

I walk these dull, grey streets, and think about my life. What I had and what I lost. I remember the doctor speaking to me. He said there was nothing I could do but to pay the bills that keep her alive. Nothing more. It's alot of money, but it's for her, and so I have to do it. Hang in there, dear. I'm here for you.

I walk to the church I work at. I don't get much from it, but it will eventually be enough to save her. I think up some activities as usual, and people keep asking if I'm okay. I know I'm not, bu