My Personal Experience In Personal Life

Always, I was told from parents and elders that anyone can achieve their dreams through arduous work and dedication. Surprisingly, I hadn’t pondered this until I observed a shivering homeless person standing at the corner asking for help on one snowy, frosty winter day. This affected my life greatly. On the way, I just started thinking about the life of homeless people and how they are not fortunate enough to get their own place to live, their choice of delicious food to eat and several other amenities that we all enjoy in our everyday lives. An incident, like this, sparked an enthusiastic sense of compassion and empathy in me. Along with my family, I started thinking deeply and my thoughts to help the homeless expanded to other areas and I wanted to start helping the community around me as much as possible.

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Although people tend to pass homeless people on street corners every day without batting an eye, it must be realized that the homeless are our neighbors and deserve someone who will show them compassion to ease the suffering they face on a daily basis. It seems as though we have become desensitized to what it really means to be homeless. Although it is common to see multiple homeless people in Denver on any given day, the general public doesn’t often think about what it would feel like to be cold and hungry, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Many

As with most industrialized areas, homelessness is prevalent in my community. People are left without options as jobs become increasingly competitive. Homelessness is ubiquitous, yet it is a topic that is rarely discussed because it makes us feel uncomfortable. We feel uncomfortable that people die on the streets, uncomfortable because we're scared to help, uncomfortable because we are solicited. As a leader in my community, I know that change starts from the bottom up. Last year, as with the year before, I helped to assemble and distribute care packages to the homeless community in downtown San Jose. These packages, though small, are proof that change is in the little things. The homeless have a strong social stigma around them that I believe

There are many avenues one could choose when looking for a way to give back to the community. I decided to focus on giving back to the homeless population. For one week, a group of church members, and myself went to the state of California to serve the homeless population in Los Angeles, and San Francisco in more ways than one. We started the journey in downtown L.A.. That first morning we were given beaten-up clothing, and sent out the door of the hotel with no breakfast or money. In partners we headed toward skid row to seek out a corner for pan-handling before meeting at The Mission for lunch. Skid row is an area of L.A. that most do not venture into. The streets are filled to capacity with many different people that all have one thing in common, homelessness. The filth is outrageous, and the smell of different bodily fluids is unbearable. There are no smiles, or warm feelings; it is survival of the fittest. The experience opened everyone’s eyes to the pain, and unseen struggles of homelessness. We were better equipped to help the people we would be meeting as the trip continued. At the end of the day, the money collected as a group was donated to The Mission.

I gripped my best friend’s hand tightly. We had been chosen to sing for the nearby homeless shelter, and we had no idea what to expect. However, when we arrived, we realized that the group of people chattering over the breakfast table, studying in the corner, and sipping their coffee seemed perfectly average! :) We soon realized that our perception of homeless and low-income families are twisted; however, said homeless and low-income families still do need assistance. I want to change these issues by finishing current projects, reaching out to organizations and changing the media’s ‘homeless and low-income person’ stereotype.

For my service project, I chose to clothe and feed the homeless. I chose this act, because I was once homeless, living in a car and the unfortunate state of affairs that many people find themselves in, really touch my heart. During my service project the message of “each one, reach one” really resonated with me. Much like Ebenezer Scrooge after his 3 ghostly visits, the needs of the less fortunate and down trodden were illuminated.

Specific Purpose: To inform my audience about effective ways to help homeless people in one’s community.

Many homeless individuals have stories to tell about how they ended up homeless. Some of them became homeless due to drug addiction. Some of them chose the life they did because it felt commendable at the moment, and they did not think about the future. While I was volunteering, I had the opportunity to meet with a few homeless individuals and they told me their experiences about how they manage to survive throughout the year. It was sad that most of them can’t control their circumstances because there are other complex reasons why they became homeless

Homelessness is a growing problem in our society and has been going on for decades. This can be caused by common addictions like drugs and alcohol, mental or physical abuse, or even age and sexuality can play a role. Although, most common assumption people make about those who are homeless, is that they became that way because of laziness. While in fact, the most common cause of this issue is job loss. The simplest way to help contribute to the solution of this issue is to do small spontaneous acts of kindness and pay it forward. Those that are lucky enough to have a home, need to be more helpful to those who are less fortunate by doing research and looking more into the topic on ways that they can help. There are numerous explanations as to why someone might be homeless and it’s up to the public to find solutions to the causes of the problem to lessen the effects.

When I encounter a homeless person, I feel that I am inclined to help them. Typically, I will offer any homeless being I see a few coins hoping it will suffice for them to endure another day. The homeless population is extremely dense in Southern California; therefore, I often see them in the area where I reside. Once, I was outside Little Caesars waiting in my car for my pizza, and there was a homeless person sitting outside. Another person about to go inside takes the homeless person inside him them and buys them a pizza, I was sentimentally touched by this moment. I promise myself every instance I see a homeless person that I will definitely assist them if I become successful.

Back then at my uncle’s shop, I see all the homeless people walking by and I cannot help but feel sorry for them. It makes me think what I can do to help them, my plan after college is to open my own shop and start off by giving the homeless jobs to earn a living. I will teach them hands-on training on cars, teach them the computer side of the Mechanic world, and show them that caring goes a long way. I would also want to give back by teaching Auto Mechanic classes at our local Hawai'i schools, here on the Big Island, to help educate the upcoming generation and maybe inspire them like I was. Another reason for me wanting to give back is, Hawai'i is my home and I think it’s important for me to lead by example. If I can help one child fulfill his or her dream, that will

When I was the age of five, my parents began involving me in with a program for the homeless called New Pathways. Over the course of the past eleven years, I have had the privilege to volunteer for this rewarding program that supplies a warm place to sleep, and to bathe, and food for people who are looking for homes within our community. My fondest memory of helping in the program is from when I was the age of ten, I made friends with a girl about my age who was apprehensive and bashful. After a remarkably short time, we became best friends. We pushed our beds together one night to have a sleepover,

While volunteering with the Civic Education Project around Uptown, Chicago, I had the opportunity to meet multiple members of the homeless population while serving warm lunches at Two Li’l Fishes. There, I became very close to Mike who suffers from paralysis on the right side of his body. Even though he was still burdened by the medical bills that took everything from him, he remained optimistic. In just an hour, Mike was able to share stories about every moment he cherished in his life

I saw a man on a black empty bucket that had been turned upside down. He was sitting quietly holding a sign that read “homeless- anything will help”. My thoughts suddenly calmed and my clammy hands began to dry. I looked him in the eyes and could see the pain and loneliness that I was going to try to take away for a moment. I walked right up and asked “Sir would you like a free lunch?” his face looked confused as he just looked at me and asked “Is it really free?” I assured him that it was no cost and I wanted to give this to him for nothing in exchange. His dark skinned face lit up and the 4 teeth he had glistened as he smiled and said “God bless you thank you.” He immediately ravaged the bag and began to eat the ham sandwich with Cheetos in a small bag on the side. I felt a sense of shame knowing that he had to question if he deserved this meal. My stomach tightened and my feet hit the ground a little harder with each step as I thought about the difference I can make by showing these people they are deserving of everything I am. I am not any better just because of where I live or the friends I have. The adrenaline pulsating through my body propelled me to walk to every person I saw sitting on a bench or in a box- not making any assumptions of why they were there because all I could think about was bringing a smile to their