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First story here, hope you like it
Thanks Belphe for editing it
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Jenny was the kind of woman that would get guilty about jumping the yellow light. She had an exceptional sense of right and wrong, and would forever choose the good and righteous path. That meant she would help anyone in need - no act of kindness was too small, no need of help too unworthy; and she always gave one hundred percent while doing so. Going to sleep at night having not done something selfless just made her feel wretched and awry. She tried her best to be a good person and when there was so much evil in the world, not doing good just meant she was helping the bad.
When the local homeless shelter came asking if she could pitch in, she of course said yes. Helping the homeless made her feel special. The appreciation of small acts of kindness, like hugs, were huge. While other, more heartless people wouldn't stand close to them, let alone hug them, knowing this just made Jenny feel like she was the only one who could help.
It was a Tuesday in July and the heat was unbearable. Sweat was pouring out of everyone in the shelter, not least of all Jenny as she helped cook up soup for the twenty or so homeless men. Once the soup was ready she told the other volunteers that she could sort things out by herself. She saw that they were uncomfortable in the heat and the stench of the unbathed homeless men.
