It was between my freshman and sophomore years at UCLA and I was taking a trip around Europe to see all the things that a tourist should see. I was in Paris for three days and on the second day, my purse was stolen. Then police found it an hour later but all my money and credit cards were gone. I was lucky that my passport and train ticket were still in it. The police said that they would try to catch the boy that had ripped my purse out of my hands but that it was unlikely that they would catch him or that I would get my money back.

I knew that my parents could not afford to send me any more money and that this would need to be

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