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Clancy is a young lady wish to turn her mere hobby into a professional status. She calls herself a Jack of all Trades, taking an interest in not just drawing, but also painting, sculpting, jewelery making, sewing, etc...
Alright, time for the most heart-warming story of the week. I was on the train to the Central West End today. Sitting opposite of me was an old lady. I watched as she answered the phone. She was sad, hearing a call from the Mississippi state trooper say that her mother was killed in a car crash, ejected from the car. She started to sob, and looked over to me. She saw that I was drawing my friend, and moved closer. She loved my drawing and asked to get off at my stop so I could do a drawing of her that she could put into her mother's casket. I agreed. I started to draw her and spoke to her about what was going on. She told me what happened and told me, after calling the Greyhound, that she was short just $20 to get to the town where her mother was. I shook my head, saying that I didnt have enough, but continued the drawing anyway, pausing to let her cry and vent. I finished rather quickly but still proud of my work. She fell to tear again, looking at the drawing I did. "Oh my goodness... Thats ME! That looks so much like me, almost like my momma. Thank you so much!" She said, tears still filling her eyes. I thanked her for allowing me to comfort and draw her, and looked to the ground, not wanting to stare. Then, I saw something. I $20 bill was crumpled on them side of the bench. I picked it up and handed it to her. She immediately wept again, thanking me for my kindness. I feel so good right now that I was able to help her. I am proud of my actions right now