Today my mood is not as good as before, I was pretty thankful to be free, rich and all but I hate it when other people suffer such fate, espiclaiiy they didn’t do anything bad to deserve that.
During lunch at work, my coo worker: who has been my best friend since sixth grade, told me that he has been smuggling slaves to freedom and asks if I want to join. I became very worried about my friend because of what might happen to him when he got caught.
I think that helping slaves are good, but the risk is to much, I eman its not like if I dotn help them they will die, but if I do I will have a good chance to die, and so would the slaves. Freedom is worth a lot , I know : but I do not have the courage, nor the stubbornness to do it.
I finally found out a perfect solution. I know that I cant sacrifice my life for some strangers freedom, that is too much; but I can buy the slaves and set them free. I already have everything I needed, and if money can buy freedom, it is well worth it.
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