Personal Narrative-He Is Homeless

The score was tied 2:2, and the clock was winding down like a time bomb. I had the ball. I dribbled it past the halfway line on the left side of the field, and saw my teammate who I will call Bob on the other side of the field. Bob was slower than a turtle, and he would not have the speed necessary to beat the defense, so instead of passing to him, I booted the ball as hard as I could, towards the opposing goal. The ball curved towards the right, and hit the top left corner of the net. I had scored!

I would give the article, Paying His Rent, an A. The writer grabs your attention within the first sentence by starting off with an anecdote. The quotes were also used well within the article and was not just a description of the situation, it told a story in a fascinating way. The writer also gave background information about the volunteer working with veterans and historical background such as the Great Depression.

Once upon a time there was a wizard that disguised himself as a homeless man. After he disguised himself, he would beg from house to house, and lied to each house saying that he needed money or food. Inside every house he went to there was beautiful girls. He would capture every single one of the girls, and take them away somewhere that no one knew, even none of the girls ever returned. One day, he came to the door of the man who everyone knew had three gorgeous daughters. Before he went to knock on the door, he made sure he looked truly poor, weaker, and he also carried magical pack basket on his back as it looked like he wanted to collect some kindhearted offerings in it.

What's the nicest thing you have done for someone? This is about the time I bought a homeless man food.

To most, they displayed the image of modern-day, homeless musicians who couldn’t pay their bills. They were just people who tried to make money off their music, but only created a failed career. The picture seemed set in stone. A ratty clarinet, a silver guitar, and a stand up bass sitting on a park bench, playing to make a bucketful of cash. Granted, the image simply conveys failure; in reality, it conveys success.

when a time something broke was in 2017 me and my. Brother was playing soccer outside my Brother kicked the ball it broke the window.and I said "we have to fix this fast." and he said "how?" and I said "with glue or tape ahh! just pick one." "lets do both." he said "ok then hruury up." I said so on we went inside and got tape and glue. we went outside and glued and taped and we went inside and thouht and I said "we should play something else to play" and he said "how about football" "okay" I said and. We went outside and we got in to our places and he thew the ball and it hit our broke old car window and I said "what is wrong with you hitting windows." and he said "I don't know." but it didn't brake I was releved

One dark and rainy night Madeleine’s parents went away on a business trip to Texas. It was just like any other night on the country-side of New York. Madeleine had just ordered pizza from Mr. Murphy’s and they said 20 minutes till delivered. So about 15 minutes later she heard the doorbell ring thinking it was the pizza man, but when she opened the door nobody was there so she said “ No big deal probably just some neighborhood kids.” So about 10 minutes later she thought this has to be the pizza man, but once again nobody was at the door. But this kind of freaking her out because the pizza man’s car was there but nobody was in it.

Last year in the winter, my high school was part of a Youth StreetReach event that served breakfast to the homeless, gave out toiletries, and collected clothing for those in need. We were told to grab some breakfast for ourselves and then sit down at a table with someone we didn’t know and talk to them. My friend started to ask a homeless person questions and pretty soon, she was crying and telling us her life story. It was astounding and touched my heart to see the side of life we don’t usually see. We don’t realize how hard other people have it and the life one small mistake can lead to. My friend asked to pray with her and she said yes. It really inspired me to watch my friend take the initiative to pray with her and invite her to church

As I walked into Hall D of the Kentucky International Convention Center, I noticed half of my team sitting on the green and blue carpet with yellow streaks. I joyfully skipped over to Lexi, my strong back spot, sat down, and started to tie the long, rough-looking white laces of my off-white Tumblina cheer shoes. All around me, I heard murmurs; cheer counts from one to eight, laughing moms and daughters, gossip behind me, and coaches trying to perfect their teams routine before hitting the big mat. I could smell the strong scent of hairspray, hot food right from the restaurant nearby, and the disgusting smell of spray glitter all around me.

When Jack was done he didn't feel to good. So he went to bed. But at night something magical happened jack was going thru a change that would make his life never be the same. When Jack woke up he immediately felt different. When his mom saw him she screamed, “Jack my poor little boy what happened”

In 1987 there was a family in Virginia that was very weird . The family loved pumpkin bread. In the family there was a mom whose name was Annabelle ,a dad named Alex ,and two little girls named Ashley and Lucy.One night Annabelle was going to make the family’s favorite bread from scratch. The little girls had noticed that there mom had an evil look on her face when she cut the pumpkin.The mom had a look on her face that looked like she was going to kill someone. The little girls asked their mom why she looked at the pumpkin in that mean way. There mother just gave the an evil smirk and said “you’ll see.” The sisters didn’t think much of it because there mother was very mysterious and they were adapted to that. Later

Tyler rose from the wooden pew he’d been sitting on. He could still feel a few tears pricking at his eyes, and he wiped them as he exited the church.

Mom had rushed to the store when it was discovered that there was no more ice cream in the freezer. My father had wisely retreated to the parlor to read. I was in charge. Suddenly, from upstairs I heard a door slam and raised voices. I gritted my teeth and went to investigate.

There was a man by the name of Sparda he was around the age of 23 he was young and he had a wife who was also the same age as him. She was pregnant with a baby that would be born in the middle of June, all sights were set on this baby being born but there was one little thing they were in poverty. It was a good thing that the baby was being born but the mother didn’t want the baby to suffer so she contemplated aborting the baby which sparda was highly against so she didn’t do it. They lived in a broken down beat up home that was not sanitary for an average human being but after 2 years they got used to it but it was only a matter of time before the baby started breathing in this disgusting air. One Night when his wife was sleeping and the streets were nothing but empty. Sparda snuck out and went for a jog so he can take his mind off his troubles that’s been bothering him all night. He was jogging for what seemed like an enternity until he came across a young man with blonde hair and fully black eyes wearing a tuxedo. Sparda saw him but the man did not seem him as he was getting ready to turn around and go but he heard a whisper in his ear. “Do you want to protect your precious newborn baby?” after hearing that Sparda jolted back and turned his head to look at the man who was suddenly behind him the man grabbed Spardas neck and said. “If you give me your soul you’ll be able to live rich with your family”, this sounded amazing to Sparda he thought about how he would be able to

That morning I woke up at my best friend Henry’s house, in Cincinnati, OH (we had to be no older than 11 at the time). Looking out the window I could see that frost had frozen over the window from the cold night before. Henry is next to wake up being how he would and always sleep in but, this morning was different. The aroma from searing bacon and pancakes quickly filled his bedroom, we both glanced at one another and quickly ran downstairs to the meal that we knew soon awaited us. (His father “Tom” is a very good cook.) As we made our way down the stairs and rounded the corner we were greeted by his mother “Libby”. She said in a soft spoken manor, “Slow down boys, there is plenty to go around.” We then stepped into the kitchen to find out that the rest of the family has already eaten and we were the last to eat. After finishing our meal his father walks in (imagine a 6’9 mid 30s man with a scruffy beard) Get ready to leave in the next hour we are heading to Perfect North Slopes. I immediately asked what that was, his father replied “Just dress warm” (very vague I know but luckily his mother chimes in) with a very