Personal Narrative: The Image Of A Homeless Woman

Perhaps one of the strongest demonstrations of the power of music in “Sonny’s Blues” is the street revival. Everyone has seen these types of revivals before. Every song has been heard by the crowd, but when the music starts everyone stops, watches, and listens. “As the singing filled the air the watching, listening faces underwent a change, the eyes focusing on something within; the music seemed to soothe a poison out of them; and time seemed, nearly, to fall away from the sullen, belligerent, battered faces” (57). The music from the street revival helps lifts the hopelessness from the crowd and provides a sense of relief. Music is able to bring people from all walks of life together. It gives them a sense of calm and ease, an assurance that something is there to help. Music listens.

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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.

Miranda C. Watkins usually I send a private email to those who are leaving the Homeless Program... in my 19 years of working here, truly I find joy in getting to know and work with you. We built a trust that I pray will last for years to come and hopefully out paths will one day cross again...

As a child, I grew up many places, my dad’s old job moved us around a lot. I was born in Hayward, Ca. and moved to Red Bluff as a baby and stayed until I was like 5 or 6. Then I moved to Taylor, Arizona and lived there until I was 8. I moved to The Dalles, Oregon and turned 9 shortly after, we lived at the very top of Oregon, right next to the Washington border. I could see Washington driving down certain streets, but by the time I was 10 I had been somewhat homeless. I lived in a car with my 3 other siblings and parents for a month or so. It wasn’t like it was horrible, we never slept in the car. We stopped at motels and we drove highway 101, because we were struggling and the beach solves everything.

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.

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

In my life, I have always felt that I was different from other people, that I was meant for a Greater purpose. During the summer of my freshman year, I got a indication of that. Something unexpected happened and it hit me like a freight truck. The mere thought of it made my knees weak,my heart race and my mind scramble. Growing up, I always had fears but the presence of this phenomenon would Make the other fears look like fantasies. For the first and only time, I faced homelessness.

:In 2018, being a foreign corespondent has become a ruthless job due to war and poor economic stability across the world, yet it’s still a rewarding career that pays good money and lets you and other people see the world with their own set of eyes, so the real question is how will I do this ruthless but rewarding job well, I will do it by taking footage on the ground or taking photos of the battle or what I am seeing with my eyes on the field. But also I will most defiantly make sure that I am unbiased on the field and treat the audience and the footage with unbiased accuracy and determination no cherry picking out little things that I don't like to show the audience. and so that the people that I am on their side

Through his playing, the cellist resolves to inspire his listeners and remind them to never give up. And it clearly works: “Music fills the empty air. And for an evanescent moment, anger and violence are no longer heard.” (Page#). Music is hope. The cellist brings many people back to the realization that music, beauty, and liveliness were once abundant in their city; this same music will someday return to bring joy and happiness so long as the people dream and hope for things to be better. The music gives these people the confidence that one day, they will be able to be human again: to feel beauty and life rather than death and fear. As music is played inside concealed streets, the respect shown to those that passed away becomes a life force in a city in need of support. Despite the risk of death, the cellist continues to play to respect the dead, as a symbolic message that their deaths will not be in vain. For the cellist, a vision of hope grows in his mind that he must continue to inspire hope by all

“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.

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

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.

In 2014 over half a million people were homeless. The homeless population is growing rapidly in America. One of the many ways we can help the homeless would be by serving them. Hope Faith Ministries put into perspective that my needs are nothing compared to those that do not have anywhere to live.

An older woman down the road from us, paid a surprise visit, I never knew her name, although she is considered wealthy. I heard my parents talking about her and her driver, she sits in the back seat of this big black beautiful car as it drove up the driveway. The driver opened the back passenger car door, as she made her way to the porch, I stood along the walkway lifting her hand she caressed my hair. Standing on our porch my mother did not invite her inside, the woman requested permission to bring me to church with her. I was allowed to go and remember my mother brushing my hair for church. This woman was slender and not very tall, arranged in a black two piece suit, the skirt was below her knees. Complementing her white short curly hair,