Personal Narrative: Working With The Homeless

The girl was in her Senior year of high school. She knew how to keep herself safe now. Her peers would look upon her as overly protective due to never letting any of her friends walk home alone at night. Her brother would let out exasperated sighs as she would be the last person after practice or volunteering, making sure all of the girls were picked up by their parents. She almost never went anywhere alone. After having two drunk college students scream profanities at her when she ignored their advances, she never went to grocery stores at night. After having a homeless man try to touch her when recycling cans, she never did the chore without the presence of a friend or sibling. She carried a rape whistle to school, after hearing about a

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 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

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.

Last month an article popped up on my newsfeed declaring that homelessness is on the decline! Waking up to my coffee in my warm suburban home, I felt the waves of relief washing over me. “Ah, another thing I don’t have to worry about today,” my guilt alleviated as I adjusted my thermostat on that unseasonably cold March day. But in a society in which we consume news 140 characters at a time and scroll rapidly past the latest sensational headlines, pronouncements such as this should be worrisome.

Dropping Mr. Potato Head, I dash for the door. Down the stairs, I sprint as my heart rate increases and worst-case scenario thoughts infiltrate my brain. I peek into the office. Nothing. Where could she be? I check the kitchen, then the living room — still no sign of my mom. Could she be hurt, or worse, dead? To the basement, I continue my search, but my efforts are to no avail. I sit down, defeated and terrified that I am home alone.

As I did researched on what global issue I wanted to dissect and analyze, I found a perfect topic that I can speak on. This topic was perfection because of the passion I had behind it. The passion started and stemmed from a vicarious experience that later was adapted in my life. This certain experience is homelessness. My mother, Kimberly Rose, became a mother at the age of 15 and was soon denied a home from her parents. That allowed her to live a life of consistently living in shelters where she raised me the best way she could. With the love and respect I have and will forever have, I gained a passion for people who either had the experience of being homeless or currently in that situation. As my mom grew older and life started working in

This is my first post that just recently happened to me, I live in Socal and was staying at my University for Thanksgiving due to work and was coming home from a friends house. It was 9pm and already dark when I began to walk back to my apartment about 1 1/2 mile away. About 1/2 mile in I passed a kids park when I noticed a figure that looked like someone wearing a robe, but all black.

I’m not quite sure what’s been going on while I’ve been distant, but I can’t believe for a second that you could be associated with that word.” He grinned then, “But by all means if you really feel like you’re getting too serious come see me I will make sure you forget all about whatever has got you down. Or I’ll help you fix whatever is going on. So it’s a win win.” His expression softened then as he continued, “The second thing is this… I would love to have you join me out there.” Julian looked away from her for a moment out the sliding glass door leading to the balcony to the view of the lush green of central park. “Hell I’d be happy to have you around more often in general. And think about it this way… if you were out there with me, you could keep an eye on my cute butt and make sure it doesn’t get hurt a whole lot better if you were watching it, rather than the weekly inspections I’m sure you’re thinking of implementing just to get me out of my clothes on a regular

they are only a few minutes away from serving the warm dinner and delicious desserts,

I woke up early in the morning to the discomfort of my bed. I quickly noticed I was sleeping on a concreate slab. I thought to myself, “I could have sworn that yesterday I fell asleep in my own bed! Why am I in the middle of nowhere? ” I began to observe my surroundings, and realized that I was in Mizner Park. To my surprise, two strange people across the street, probably homeless, were staring me right in the eye. They signaled me over.

However, he seemingly failed to acknowledge my effort, and slowly stood, erecting his two legs under his own, weary power. His face was tired in appearance, though not terribly exhausted, with dark circles that drooped from the base of his eye sockets, to the peaks of his high, defined cheekbones. The man had a distinct face, not a face that would be easily forgotten, with a defined jawline and general bone structure and scruffy facial hair, of which displayed to the naked eye that he probably hadn’t shaved in roughly a week. His attire was rugged, of which consisted of what used to be a white button-down shirt, that had, then, been stained with dirt and grass, a pair of black pants, with a rip down the seam of his left leg, and closed-toe shoes in which his toes were then free to breathe the frigid air against their will. He stared blankly into my eyes for a few moments, as cattle does in the presence of life; and I supposed he was trying to assess who I was from my physical appearance, and why a stranger would approach him in the fashion that I did, or at all, for that matter. Therefore, I broke the silence by way of vocalization, in attempt to ease the

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.

As I sat at the kitchen table I begin observing this man walking up to me. A stature of a six foot one, fifty-six-year-old man. He has three scars on both of his knees from multiple knee surgeries throughout his life, including a total knee replacement in his left knee. He also has a five-inch scar on his inner forearm from a head on collision, when the paramedics said he should have had more injuries than he did. And then there were his eyes. Eyes that never stop wondering, never stop thinking about what is going to happen next.  This man is my father, Bob Henry.

I asked the kids at the orphanage if they had seen Jerry. A little boy with black hair and brown eyes told me he had seen him in the late that day by the lake. I went to find him I was screaming his name "Jerry". I saw him sitting by the bench, he stared at me for quite a while. I told him that isn't he going with me he stayed quiet.