Sandra sat down with one mother who was holding a baby. She was quietly crying. “Don’t cry, what’s wrong?” Sandra asked in a comforting voice

“My baby is sick. The doctor says he can’t do anything. They don’t have the necessary drugs to treat her.”

Nick looked at the mother and saw that she loved her baby. Inside, his stomach went very tight and his face was one of pure hatred for the corporations generally. Nick walked outside and just stared into space; his face still one of hatred.