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How I would do it in The Kid Used To Dream

  • Feb. 8, 2026, 10 p.m.
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If I ever found myself having won the lottery - like the big one… The Billion Dollar One… Here’s one of the things I would love to do.

You ever see the show Undercover Boss? I would want to do an experiment but without documenting it or making content.

I would take half of the year and I would emerse myself into a community; make connections and friendships; find employment; be a neighbor…

I would keep records on those around me that went out of their way to genuinely be kind even when they may not have to. I would want to get to know them and know and understand their fears, challenges and struggles. I would want to know the guy that owns the market that makes life easier for those that can’t shop anywhere else. I would make sure to be attentive to the person that cuts my hair and give them an opportunity to share their thoughts.

I would pay attention to the begger on the corner. Make sure they have food and find out what their desires are. What would change their situation? Is there anywhere else they could go if they could.

Find out who the antagonist are. Who are the trouble makers and why do they cause everyone else so much pain?

Do what I could under the radar without drawing attention to myself. Eat at the locally owned place and make sure to watch the owners and how they treat their staff and customers. Do they see the single mom just trying to give their kids a normal day and try to lighten their load? Does the local police respect their citizens and do humanly and decent acts to protect them? Do the locals welcome the outsider or do they protect themselves and let them in slowly or not at all?

Do you rent from the landlord that is knowingly taking advantage of you and everyone else?

At the end of the experiment I wouldn’t even reveal myself. I would move on to the next town. I would have my attorney reach out and help those that touched my heart in a special way - whether we had a personal encounter or just an observation from across the street.

There would probably be more substance than this - but I would find happiness in helping.

In a small way, I do this now but I still have to keep working. I can’t make the impact on someone that I would love to.


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