Personal Narrative-It's Time To Help The Homeless

I find myself looking over my shoulder every time I step outside my front door. Violence has opened my eyes and destroyed my dreams of peace. When I first moved to Philadelphia from Puerto Rico, I moved into a neighborhood that was full of gangs and drugs. Philadelphia represented a new start, a chance for me to breathe again. I had experienced a tragic shooting right before my ten year old eyes in Puerto Rico; my mom’s best friend was killed, while the murderer calmly walked away. We escaped to Philadelphia, and I thought my days of witnessing horrific violence were over. However, my dreams were shattered like gunshots in the night. One day, while I was napping, I was awoken by a series of deafening pops. As soon as I heard them, I dropped

Today, if we see a multitude of skin on the road settled, that there is nothing strange. In fact, according to The State of Homelessness in America 2013, 610,042 people were experiencing homelessness; as the result, we can see a significant number through that report. Due to that reason, many charities have been established to be able to help the homelessness. According to me, one of the charities that I appreciate is Thomas House which is an Orange County non-profit organization for homeless because it provide a safe, supportive environment and the resources necessary for homeless families with children while empowering them to become independent and self-sufficient.

As a kid I had always lived in well diversified areas. I didn't care who you were or what you looked like, I was raised to treat everyone the same. I wasn't personally exposed to the idea of inequality until I was in middle school. I had always imagined that everyone just had jobs and lived their daily lives. I didn't quite grasp the extent of the idea that people can die, be homeless, be criminals, or racists. I also didn't grasp how great the people of our society can be. That was until my parents told me about the first times they had in America coming from Mexico. I don't remember what I said or did to provoke these stories, but they were surely eye opening.

After John was jumped he wanted all 6 people to pay for everything they have done. So he got his revenge, Mr.McCallister was preparing for the noble war against everyone in his head. He was being told by the “round ones” to give what they deserve, he agreed. He put a trench coat on that was dark as night on, painted his face with a deep blood red with white streaks running down his face, before he left he chanted to the round ones, “ They will die, they will die!!!” over and over again. John took a straight razor to his wrist and cut vertically until the blood dripped down the 12 gauge. He put the gun in his coat and left for school. In John’s mind only 6 needed to pay for what they have done but the voices said everyone, he only had 9 rounds to make them pay. He walked to white pearly gates of SummerVeiw high school, walked in and started chanting under his breathe, “THEY WILL DIE!!!” over and over again. John immediately spotted one of the guys who jumped him, he fired one shot in landed right in the boys chest, there was a loud scream, John just kept walking. Then he heard two loud bangs and turns around then sees the officer that had rescued him from the fire he started all those years ago, John with no hold quick draws the gun and fire three shots into the officer, blood goes everywhere. He noticed that he had a wound in his right thigh just missing a major artery. So he decided to walk to the clinic and

The officer brought his cigarette to his lips and blew a cloud of smoke into the sky. Samantha then searches the surrounding area, but all she finds is pile after pile of trash. Samantha decided to turn her attention to the witnesses hoping that they could help her bring this case to a quick end. She walks over to Todd Stevens who is leaning against a stone wall and just staring at the exact place that the body was lying a minute ago. Samantha asks the homeless man the question once more, and she waits for him to give his answer. “As the Sun was beginning to appear over the horizon I climbed out of my cardboard hovel and walked over to that trash can.” “Right about the time I found half a loaf of bread I heard footsteps so I jumped into the

Throughout my entire life I have been told that life is not fair. I have been told that some people have the luxury of living a healthy and successful life, while others must endure the struggles of being poor, sick, or unhappy. This concept was nearly impossible for me to grasp at a young age. As far as I knew, everyone lived the safe, fun, and exciting life that I had been accustomed to. It was not until my father and I were given the opportunity feeding the homeless citizens of Detroit that I was able to amply understand the extent of unfairness that accompanies life.

It was a bright and sunny day in Downtown Iowa City. I limped my sore, broken down body between the alleys, craving the shade of buildings to get some time out of the beating hot sun. I can sense the wondering eyes of many people immediately lock into mine as I walk onto the busy sidewalk. I get paranoid and overwhelmed thinking of everything people could potentially be thinking about me. I have never been the type to care of what others think of me. That is only until I made my ways to becoming homeless. ¨You are just a druggie who can’t keep a job,¨ many have shouted at me. Funny thing is they don’t know is why I am even here in the first place. I ran away when I was 16. My Dad abused my Mom, two little sisters and Me. I’ve been

How I found 1 million dollars I was walking down the street with my friend Nate and we went to a crack house and smoked a big rock of crack then has sex with some nasty 12 year olds then we went to the park and touched some children inappropriately and then we went back to the crack house and did more crack and stole a backpack from a dirty hobo sleeping on the couch and ran out of the house.

One situation that I remember was when I personally saw a man, sweating and walking around in the heat, had passed my family and I will we were pulling out of our driveway. The man was obviously thirsty so as he was walking away I yelled for him to come over and I had given him to cold water bottles that were mine. He also said if I had any food and I actually had a small load of bread that I was eating, so I gave it to him. I told him that I was sorry I had nothing else to eat, but he humbly said thank you either a big smile on his face.

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.

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

By a show of hands how many of us have experience homelessness in our lives? And before you answer that what I mean by homelessness is having no money, no place to stay, living on the streets, your cars, or a shelter. Better yet how many of us know someone that is homeless, and it can be a family member or a friend or a acquaintance that we see day to day. Most of all us will say that we do know someone that is homeless. Now my next question would be what are you doing at this very moment to help that person out in the most despite time of their lives. If you say nothing then that’s not acceptable and I’m going to explain to you how we can change your mindset today based on what God says about helping out the homeless.

Noelle had no family, no friends, nor any money. The only person she felt even slightly familiar with was the restaurant owner’s daughter who threw scrapings into a pail behind the store. Anyone who gave her food, anyway, she considered a friend.

When I walk from my apartment to the school, I always pass to the Tenderloin, San Francisco. It is a terrible area. I see many homeless people which seat and lay along the side walk, so I feel a little nervous. Moreover, I hate smell of urine, so I often stop to breathe when I go there.

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.