You never had any money, either in life or after death. You always suffered, and never had anyone offered you a hand to help you out of the poverty you were in. All these years, your sadness began to turn into resentment, and then into anger toward people who did not have those problems of yours, but who did nothing to help people like you, such as the Vees. Anger flowed through your body as you walked down the street, today was the day you were going to do something. You weren't going to stand still and pray for a helping hand, oh no, today you were going to do much more. And here was your chance. In the street in front of you the Vees had just gotten out of their limousine, wearing their luxurious clothes, oblivious to the people suffering in poverty.