Relations: Smash Your TV! (online version)
Shelly Freeman 
Shelly Freeman knew right where she could find someone who needed her help. She had ignored
the first Hotcha commercial. Not ignored it, but rather, put it out of her mind. But then a
new Hotcha commercial came on later. And then a third new Hotcha commercial. They kept telling
her to help people that needed help. Such a bizarre thing to be on a videomercial. It had
to be a sign from God that she was supposed to help that boy.
She still had an hour left to get to work but she felt like she was risking a lot by breaking
from her normal routine so close to work time. But Hotcha wanted her to help the boy. Maybe
even God wanted her to help the boy. And possibly most important of all, the boy needed her
She had peeked out of her window three times yesterday. And each time, the boy was still
curled up in a ball on the streets. Now he was gone, but she didn't feel like he could have
gotten far. A feeling that felt like guilt crept into her mind. She felt like maybe she
should have helped the boy months ago, when he first knocked on her window. But he was a stranger.
But, he was also a little boy. The feeling of fear --fear that she was going to be late
for work-- was growing stronger than the sense of guilt and she was about to give up looking,
but then she spotted him. He was in a narrow alleyway; curled into a little ball; shivering.
Shelly gathered him into her arms. He was now much thinner than she remembered him, but
still very heavy. And she was very weak. But somehow she found the strength to carry him all
the way back to the house, place him under a blanket, place some food near him, and leave him
in front of the tv before she had to rush to get to work.