Jim opened the van's door, where he slept with his family, and left. It was early in the morning, but so were his working hours. 
He passed in front of the school he dropped out, looking at his colleagues. Not even a "thank you" he had received for making them laugh so much.  He remembered Chaplin, who had also grown up on the streets, and, worse, had no father and had a crazy mother. 
The worse, the better. 
Jim was sure that his suffering would just make him stronger to put a smile upon a million faces, someday.