Narrative Essay About Helping The Homeless

As Greg blew into his saxophone, the sad song wafted out into the auditorium. He began to remember his past, his parents dying, him becoming homeless and finding a saxophone on the street and learning how to play it without no help, people throwing money in the bucket when Greg’s playing the saxophone. Thanking the man who heard him playing the instrument on the street and made him an artist, and making him the man he is today, the life he never expected. Going through all the incidents he went through his life, the bad times of him sleeping on the streets, no food, begging on the streets playing the saxophone. Greg is 45 today, it is Greg’s last concert and his birthday, he is dressed up in a black suit with a red tie, his bald head shining

“You call this progress, because you have motor cars and telephones and flying machines and a thousand potions to make you smell better? And people sleeping on the streets?” I remember traveling to Devon Avenue in Chicago for my family’s yearly trip on the festival of Eid. It was the middle of winter and the weather was unforgiving. At this time, I was about thirteen years of age. I met a homeless man in Chicago, and our exchange, however brief, had a long lasting effect on my socio-political views. When I spoke with him, I realized that no one deserved homelessness. This put me on the track to picking up a copy of the the Communist Manifesto.

Imagine this picture in your head. You're walking up and down the streets of New York, and everywhere you turn it seems like there’s another homeless person. They wear tattered clothing and have streaks of dirt across their face and their arms. Last year on spring break when I was thirteen years old, my mom,my grandparents, and I were on a vacation in New York City. A few days after looking around and touring New York I noticed something that I hadn’t really seen in any other city before. That was the amount of homeless people on the streets. Of course, I had seen homeless people before, but I had never seen this many in such a small area at one time. This was a really sad thing to witness,and it made me really appreciate the things I have in life.

Unemployment, family illnesses, poverty, and low wages. All of these things can lead to homelessness, and there is no way to tell if or when the day will come when the transition happens. Many people think that it couldn't happen to them, they have a job and are well set. However, this belief isn't always true. It can take one event to knock over a stable family and send them spiraling down and out of their beloved home. Early in my life, while I was attending elementary school, my family was affected by this troublesome plight. My father was raising me and my sister and decided to leave the army to spend more time with us. He found a job at a generator company, and then an advanced auto-parts store. Next, the unexpected happened, my father was laid off. He was a single father raising two kids and his savings quickly disappeared as he tried to pay for his mortgage, our lunch bills, clothes, and school supplies. We ended up moving to Colorado and lived in an apartment with 7 other people, my father reenlisted and we were lucky to have found a way out; but what about those

I haven't been able to have much progress with my 20Time project due to signing paperwork and getting ready for MEPS (military entrance processing station). I have finished my enlistment thus leading to me being able to do my project. I have been giving cash to the homeless whenever I have been able to and I plan on doing a lot more. One homeless old man gave me a written bible verse and I will carry it with me. I have given a couple of waters away when I seen the two homeless guys (at different points in time) at the gas station.

Saturday Morning, I’m in my house and I’ve already spent my last ten cents on a newspaper, just to find myself a job. My house is three by three metres, has a broken bed, a small fan but you've gotta kick it a few times before it works. And there used to be a really old CRT TV until some hood rat stole it from us. My house is made up of damaged cobble bricks and the wood is from trees that I cut down over the years. I live in a derelict town called Henderson, and its pretty much a slum, just like in third world countries. There are impoverished people living here, trying to make an honest living and then theres the troublemaking underworld who make their lives by ruining others. They run the drugs to make a quick buck. Why am I part of this

I live in America relatively shortly. My neighborhood is quiet. There are many Polish and Spanish-speaking people. These are mostly elderly people or families with children. Until recently, the place was peaceful and safe. Unfortunately, a few months ago the situation changed radically. When the city bought unfrequented located near the hotel with the intention of transforming it into a shelter for the homeless expired tranquility of our surroundings. It is obvious that these people also have to live somewhere but why just close to the parks and the complex of the bar. What can cause such a neighborhood? The streets are more and more often people of questionable purity, burying in the trash and often scattering garbage around. The homeless

I enjoyed seeing the men come in and express their excitement about the food we were serving that day. I learned that there are people less fortunate than me all around the world, and in this case, particularly close. But felt a great deal of empathy for these people. No one sets on a goal to be homeless or stand in a soup kitchen line, but many of the McKenna Center clients have been dealt some difficulties throughout their life and those challenges have led to their homeless situations. The key takeaway I learned from my faith was that God wants us to help our fellow man. I believe I worked well in the McKenna Center not only because I have experience working in this environment, but I was able to prepare food in a timely manner, given my previous experiences to

I believe that the best lessons come when you least expect it. This belief was challenged four years ago when my dance team decided to run our own clothing drive for the homeless. We made and hung up posters, and gave up our lunch time to collect and sort clothing donations. Eventually, we took all of the bags of clothes to two separate inner-city homeless shelters. One for women and children and another for men. It was amazing to see the looks on all the peoples’ faces when we brought the clothing in for them. After dropping the clothing off at the men’s shelter, we stayed to make them dinner and eat with them. As a team it was a fun bonding experience to cook these meals together and have fun. But the mood changed once it was time to serve the food.

I was walking down 7Th Avenue and the clocks had just struck 11. It was foggy, which I really didn’t mind, as I wasn’t supposed to be out. When you’re a crime-boss like me in a city as large and as complicated as New York you rarely go out. Yet, tonight, I had to be. I had to collect some money from someone in particular—a job none of the other guys could do. This was a lot of money.

The teens in my town needed good role models to follow, so I was able to be a part of a team that brought the towns youths together. We participated in fun activities and got to the root of problems in our lives. We helped these teens overcome the strife in their lives. I am very grateful I was able to help and meet these amazing

I have been interestedin feeding the homeless, which can be very expensive. I had decided to ask my church if they had a homeless ministry which they do however, I was waiting for this personto call me, this was about three weeks ago no call. I have prayed about this and I'm stepping out on faith. I'm not asking my friends and family to help with funds so that I can provide food to the homeless in the community of Kissimmee and Orlando area. While I have utilized my own money it can be very costly and an inmense job done alone. This is my opportunity to step outside of my comofrt zone and give back.I have been on that side many years ago. Now is my time to help others and give back accoridng to what GOD, FAMILY and FRIENDS have given me.

My friends often describe me as a cynic and a pessimist. For the most part, they're right. Sentiment loses value when it permeates one's attitudes and behavior just as the value of a commodity decreases as it becomes ubiquitous, so as a rule I reserve expressing sentiment for rare occasions that I deem worthy. Fortunately, even the harshest cynics are surprised sometimes.

When people hear the word poverty many people think of the bad connotations that come with it like, smelly homeless people that are crackheads and disease holders. Some people may even think they are uneducated or not hard working enough and rather ask for money instead of trying to get a job. Although a small portion of that may be true to some homeless people due to addictions on drugs and the toll it takes on their lives. The majority of homeless people are either veterans or immigrants, who find it difficult to find a job and support themselves or the families they might have. Trying to end poverty in the United States, isn’t a problem that can be solved overnight, but there are steps that can help ease poverty and the images and ideas

One Sunday morning, I had woken up extremely early, earlier than the birds that would begin to chirp in the morning. My mother had made me volunteer for a local shelter for homeless people who had nothing but the torn, stained, and reeking clothes on their back. At first, I was very skeptical about it because I believed it was not safe to go to a neighborhood that was filled with an endless amount of homeless people. Once we arrived at the shelter, I had goosebumps running down my body like a marathon. Watching the horde of people there was something I didn’t expect. Everyone was laughing and smiling and having a small celebration for nothing. As I was placed in the kitchen to serve food, I noticed that every single person had this gleaming, and beautiful smile on their face. They all were delighted for a simple meal that could fill them up for the entire day. Volunteering for this shelter made me feel really good about myself. It had been the most selfless event I had ever taken part