Everything Lost vs Lost Everything

 - "Come on Milla, we need to get home before it gets dark."
 - "But, that man looks so sad, shouldn't we do something?" - She replied pointing at the man sitting in the bench, near the fountain.
Her mother felt compelled to give proper attention to her child's plea, but was hesitant to be dragged into other people's lives. She looked at the man, staring blankly into the water, he barely moved, apart from his breathing and the single coin he kept rubbing between his index and thumbs.
She felt sad a first, she knew Malla was right, she should do something, but the more she looked at the coin, the more familiar this person seemed, until her brain connected the dots.
She grabbed the child's hand and turned to go away, pulling with enough force to frighten her.
 - "Wait, where are we... can't you do anything?" - She cried.
Amanda just walked, with a tear dropping from her eye, dragging her daughter until they are out of sight from the man, just after the corner and she stopped to wipe her face.
 - "Mom?"
 - "Dear, do you remember Vito?"
 - "Yes?" She answered somewhat confused.
 - "He lost everything last year in that accident, his family, his house, money, everything he had spent his life building."
 - "But that was not him!" She interrupted feeling uncomfortable from that sad story.
 - "True, but Vito didn't stop when he lost everything. He began using his time to make sure those kinds of accidents would never happen. He lost everything he had, but he still was filled with purpose, to help others, to do something. Sad as it was, Vito is living a normal life now. That man, " - she held Milla's hand stronger, but her hand was shaking, cold and sweaty. - " His name is Garid, and he had everything. But unlike Vito, things were not taken away from him, no event, no disaster. The only thing between him  and happiness was life itself. As years went by, people drifted apart from him, nothing he did helped, there was nothing to fight, no challenge to overcome, no reason to be more."
They stood there in silence for a while, Amanda shaking, trying not to cry. All Milla could do was hug her, give her the love she was taught to give.
 - "Someone who has everything and then loses it, has nothing to fight against. He can't be strong like Vito, he can only drift in life. He can cling to that coin, to those memories, but ultimately he has lost himself."
 - "But can't we help him? If he only had some love he would feel better!" - She chanted with a child's bravado.
 Amanda's lips trembled as they parted to speak - "I tried,,," - tears streaming down her face.