She was a tall, slender woman with a bulky fur coat and a Gucci purse with lots of expensive item inside. She always put on her best attire to show off to the lower class. The wealthy woman always gives a look of disgust to the un-wealthy, believing that she was better than all of them. It was a dark cloudy day and the woman went into town to go shopping for a new hat. While walking down the street the slender woman saw a homeless woman, and started to walk faster in order to avoid her, but that plan seem to have failed because the homeless woman was right on her tail. “ Why hello there ma’m. Would you spare some change for me to get some good eats?” said the homeless woman. The slender woman gave her a look so fowl, as if there was a dead rat before her.
“I will do no such thing!” the woman squealed. “
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The stranger spit at her and walked off. The slender woman was devistated that she can not get any help because she looks homeless. She slowly walked away and sat on a bench to sulk.
“Hello there, rough day? Said a familiar voice.
The woman looked up to see the homeless woman she rejected earlier today.
“You have no idea. I just wanted to go buy a new hat and I walked in the wrong direction. I wound up in ans alley where I got mugged. So, now nobody will help me because I look as if I have no wealth!” she cried
“ I have no idea?” the homeless woman snickered.
“ Oh dear! I did not know how hard it is for you to be judged based on wealth.”
“ It’s aight, ya didn’t understand. Here is five dollars so ya can get back lookin at least decent.”
Now the slender woman awwed in disbelief at how kind the homeless woman was.
“Thank you!” she cried, “I promise to do the same when I see you again!”
And she was off to go buy decent clothes and get some help, knowing in the back of her mind how greatful she was for that homeless woman to help her in a time of need, even when she did not do the
She had let her guard down and trusted that the handyman new someone who appreciated and somewhat valued her work. She was so sad when she saw the flowers she gave to the handyman lying on the road that she tried, unsuccessfully, not to look at it. Also, when she passed the handyman wagon she turned her back to them. After passing she cried, according to the narrator, like a weak old woman.
The homeless population is growing in America. There are more and more Americans living in boxes, sleeping on park benches and panhandling on the streets each day. These people tend to make us, the non-homeless, feel uncomfortable and unsafe. They are also placing increasing stress on the nation's economy. In short, the homeless are a burden on the rest of society. There needs to be action taken against them. "I shall now humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection (Swift.)" I propose that all of the homeless be relocated to foreign third world countries. They can then be hired in American factories producing shoes, automobiles and other various goods at less than one dollar per hour.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck. Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors locked without a sign of anyone going near them. A cold draft filled the room I was in. The house turned into a horrific scene, and I knew I would never get out alive. It was the Asylum. There’s a rumor in our town, a rumor that started when someone made the observation that everyone fit in. No one was considered strange, homeless, an outsider. That doesn’t seem possible, you think. In my town, there are tons of people with no homes, or people that don’t belong, you think. Well, think again. Those homeless people? Think about how many there are. They fit in with each other. Those people that don’t belong? Once again, they fit in with each other. But then, you
"What tellâst thou me of robbing? This is Venice; My house is not a grange."
The police face many different issues while out on patrol every day. One issue is that of the homeless. In many cities, homelessness has been criminalized, but we, as a society, have to question if this is the right thing to do. Should people who have the misfortune of being homeless be punished further?
I would like to start by saying how I see it and define it in my own words. It is the state where an individual doesn’t have a normal house and are not financially stable in life. It is the situation where you have to look after yourself or another person that is also homeless. You won’t be able to find the proper housing like a normal and secured place to live. All day and all night, you will be trying to sustain yourself from everyday challenges, like looking for food to eat, a place to live, and proper clothing.
But, if we read carefully we find that she is described as a young woman, “with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength,” (236) and that there was “a dull stare in her eyes whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky” (236). We could surmise that she is instead looking to her future, in the midst of her grief, and that this is a completely acceptable, even understandable reaction for a young woman of strength and intelligence, who is realizing for the first time a sense of true
begged the woman to cease her pleasure, she simply stated thus: “I like to give to charity”.
“This is the last money from our business.” Brianna dropped two silver dollars in Oliver’s paws.
tired and worn-out woman that was on the verge of tears. Although, while she swiftly ran around
..... the hat is yours, It’s is made for you. It’s much too young for me. I have never seen you look such a picture. Look at yourself!”(6). Furthermore, according to Mrs.Sheridan, this hat is claiming Laura into her upper class life and proving to her that she has dominance and superiority over all others not in her class. However, Laura isn’t too sure if she is comfortable with this. The hat is placed upon her and she isn’t able to look at herself, she feels uneasy and troubled which is showing her embarrassment of the class she is in. When Laura arrives at the house of an impoverished family, to give her condolences because of their recently deceased family member, she again begins to feel awkward because of her hat. She even says to the homeowner, Mrs. Scott, “forgive my hat”(8). Moreover, this shows Laura isn't very comfortable in her privileged, upper class life.
It was late for the woman, she had stayed up all night. Stuck in the exact same position, her stare unwavering as she looked down at the freshly dug grave.
One day Mathilde was walking in a park and stumbled across a lady walking with a child, it was her rich friend.
It took ten years for Mathilde and her husband to pay off the debt of buying a new necklace. Those ten years were not spent with the luxuries she experienced so many years ago at the party, nor were they filled with the simple things she once owned and despised. She came to know “the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism.” When passing her rich friend again in the street, she was barely recognizable. Who she was the day she ran into her friend was not who she was the night she wore that necklace.
“oh Charles of course I forgive you if anything im glad it happen at least now you know without a doubt that I care about you only you Charles and not your money.”