Personal Narrative Essay: The Homeless

Deej Logan was just like any normal high school girl. She woke up on her first day of school and combed her hair, picked out the “perfect” outfit and headed out the door. What she didn’t know is that after that day nothing would be the same. Nothing that day seemed to be going right. At school drama was swarming all around her, not exactly what she hoped the first day would be like. By the time the last bell of the day rang she was more than happy to get out of that school. She drove home as quickly as she could but as soon as she got home she realized that she had forgotten to pick up her sisters. “Great.” She thought sarcastically as she sat back down in her car and drove off. Just then she pulled out her phone to message one of her friends about her awful day. That one decision changed everything. Before she had a chance to send the message Deej veered off into oncoming traffic and was killed on impact.

After hearing about her father’s lose she was a complete wreck. A year after the star player of the Los Angeles Bullets death, Miranda lost everything. Her mother never had a job and always depended on her husband. Miranda and her mother found it hard to live in Los Angeles because they were not economically stable, so they decided to move to Boston. They got a mini apartment for the two of them. The apartment had two bedrooms, a dining room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Some

Six years later on a chilly December day a raging blizzard swept across western Ohio. Annie’s father Jacob, who was on a trip to the general store fifteen miles away, ended up stranded in the midst of the storm. He struggled to make it home. The clocks read midnight when Jacob entered the door half frozen and unable to speak. He had made it for a couple of months, but when March crept up; he died of pneumonia and left his family in a financial crisis The Mosses family lost the farm and was forced to resort to a smaller plot where Susan struggled to support her destitute family on her own (“Program”).

We currently have over a half a million people, a quarter of which are children, living on the streets. Those are numbers we should all feel ashamed of, god knows I do, which is why I have taken in so many over the years. But, even as your beloved Dictator, I can't take them all in personally, so we're going to have to do this wholesale. Now, before we begin, I want to address a few things about being homeless.

As a kid, I never really paid attention to what blessings were, in fact, it didn't even cross my mind. I grew up in a small house, with my parents and my sister. We loved to walk around a lot and most of the time we would come across homeless people. It was like a routine of ours that we would always give back to the people less fortunate. I remember as I was walking one day with my mom, we came across an old homeless lady and my mom gave her 20 dollars. We were lucky enough to have that much change left after shopping for food and we decided it would be kind to give it to someone else, but this lady was very different from most homeless people. She had bright neon pink nails, gray hair that would create an ombré effect almost as if she got it done, she took the money we gave

This case study opens with Kid and Zach traveling back to the river community for the last time. When Kid and Zach arrive, Danny is exhilarated to see Kid had finally come back for him after 21 years. Danny gathers 10 trash bags packed with all his belongings and he loads them into Kid’s trunk. Kid decides they will travel to Indianapolis and begin their new life together. Zach, Danny’s son is beginning to question the relationship that his father and Kid had several years back. Zach was concerned with Kid taking his father away due to his medical condition and the care that he requires. Kid promises Zach that he will take care of everything once they arrive in Indianapolis and tells Zach he can finally live his own life. Danny says goodbye to his son ensuring him that this is truly what he wants and that everything will be okay. Danny and Kid were overjoyed that they could finally be together and they both felt right for once in their lives. While traveling, Kid contacts Laura and apologizes for hiding his and Danny’s relationship from her for so many years. Laura finds closure in the situation as she knew Danny truly loved Kid back then. Kid has a moment of realization the he made the right decision to go back for Danny. He did not want

There’s no need for a rubbish introduction to start with. I hate my bus, full stop. No strings attached. To be totally honest, there are no positives at all in this presentation. So if you are one of those people who think that there is a good in everything, I suggest that you stop reading this and continue with your life. Goodbye!

Jeremy Johnson had always knew he didn’t belong in unkempt Agrestic with its uneducated residents and a high murder rate. Although he had to live in such awful conditions he defied the typical poor black high school stereotype and excelled in school, was caption of his school’s basketball team, and volunteered at his local youth group. All he wanted was to complete his senior year and get out of the town with his scholarship to Howard University, but he couldn’t graduate without doing one thing first. Helping Lydia. He knew his sister was heading down a life-threatening path and he’d do anything to help her.

He was trying to piece together a town plot all the while thinking how ludicrous that is when it hit him: he was in Mrs. Walker’s class too! He had written a letter with the rest of the class. What he couldn't remember was what it said. The more he tried to access his childhood, the more it eluded him. He remembered Mrs. Walker. He could recall how much trouble he was always in. He even unlocked the recollection of Amy Kessler: the first girl he had ever kissed. But the letter or what was written on it ran from his struggling mind. As he battled to remember, he glanced down at the lock, now twisting and flipping in his nervous hands. The violet glow was growing stronger. Why was everything different after Flemming read the letters? Why was his best friend not here? Why was Mike rich? Questions began swirling around faster and faster. Tom had to grab the stage to steady his weakening knees. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his mind and nerves. The questions still dug at the back of his mind like gnawing

Droplets rippled the newly formed puddle, a flurry of mist skimmed down the canvas umbrella as the Bessons reached the steps… and still, he watched. Hands grappled at her arms pulling her urgently into Delivery Room A. Hours later the couple beam over their newborns. “What about names?”, inquired the nurse, “ Eugene after his grandfather, and Myra after my mother.” she replied as the Bessons became locked in each others gaze. The moment was perfect… and still, he watched. The young babies’ hospital stay was prolonged a short while by cause of a small sickness… and he planned. As their time tallied to nearly a week, he took action. Moving swiftly under the dimness of the hour the figure swept in and out of the hospital in a premeditated

“Not now mom can't talk!” screamed Louisa as she ran up the stairs. She into her teenage bedroom, closed the door, and began to read through the folder. The next morning Louisa went to the jail to see Jeremey. With her folders in hand, she saw Jeremey already sitting behind the glass.

Susan had just left the interstate off-ramp at CR 2613 on Old Chapman Road when wrong turn became more than an expression of frustration. When she left Jim at the I-Hop, they planned to get the day’s chores done as quickly as possible to get an early start on the vacation they’d been planning for the past six years, but had never been able to finalize because something else always came up.

Sitting in the stained backseat of a worn-out taxicab, Pearl adjusted her black satin gloves trying to remove the sullen feeling that still lingered on her from the living room she left moments ago. As she opened her compacted mirror, to re-powder her face her eyes differed to the shrinking image of the house she got acquaintance with over the last couple of months. She couldn’t help but play the time she spent at Olive’s over in her mind.

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.

His eyes followed the movement of her hand as she tugged on her skirt. He would