Homelessness In Chicago

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As I sat on the sidewalk with him, shame overtook my heart. The glares from others passing by caused me to feel utterly uncomfortable but I continued to listen to his story. I knew what I had been called to do when I accepted this opportunity but never had I imagined it to be like this. It was eleven p.m. when my bus left for Chicago. As we drove along the interstate I positioned my headphones onto my head. I started the playlist that I had created especially for the trip. Trying to pass time, I rested my head against the window and watched the stars streak across the night sky. I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the things that I would be doing in Chicago. After several hours of sleeping awkwardly in my seat I was awakened by the bus’ …show more content…

Instead of rolling out of bed I sprung to my feet and got ready knowing it was my last chance to make a difference. Our last few hours in Chicago we had to live as if we were homeless. Each person in our group was given two dollars and was supposed to live on that for the day. My group split up and took the train downtown where we were amongst the people of Chicago. When we got off the train my group walked for several blocks looking at all of the buildings and occasionally holding a conversation with a stranger. Around one in the afternoon we decided to pool our money together and buy things to make sandwiches. On our way to a Walgreens we walked past a man asking for money. I shamefully tried to avoid eye contact with him and proceeded to walk past him. When we reached the Walgreens we bought what we needed for lunch. On the way out one of the girls had the idea that we should give the man some of our food and the leftover money that we had. We gathered our lunch and walked back to where the man was sitting. When we got there I asked if we could have lunch with him. He said “yes” and we sat down next to him. I offered him a sandwich but he refused to eat until we had eaten first. I was rather surprised because I thought that he would accept my offer right away. I asked him “Are you sure?” and he responded “Yes, of course!” My group and I continued to visit with him about his life and the trials he was going through. As I was asking these questions I could feel the glares of other people as the walked by. Some gave looks of hatred while others pretended we didn't exist. Minutes before people viewed me as a normal person but the second I sat down next to this man, who was no different than anyone else, I was instantly treated like filth. He actually wasn't even homeless. He just couldn't find any work that day and told me that “It’s better to sit and

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