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Last Sunday, I was driving with my parents, and we were going out for lunch as we usually do. As we stopped waiting for the green light near the 8th street, an individual started walking towards my window asking for help with a piece of paperboard saying he needed money for his children. At first, I was nervous because I am not used to having contact with people who live on the street. In this city the less we do is walk. We spend a great deal of time in our cars going everywhere, with our windows closed because of the AC, and our cellphones in our hands either for the GPA or to text. We lose the ability to look outside for the people who need help. As I was getting over my thoughts and feelings, I took my purse to look for five dollars and
People often give up everything that have for others, not because they have a lot to give, but because they know what it feels like to have nothing.
Have you ever protected someone that’s being bullied? Or give some change for a homeless man to buy food?
Seeing people that is homeless in Houston is a heart breaking situation to see so many people that are homeless. I make several trips to Houston off of 288 to the medical center I see homeless men that holds up signs asking for help out themselves or their family. On several different occasion that I have went into a fast food place and bought food and went and give it to them instead of giving them money. I am wrong for doing that instead of giving the money. I just have thought about if I give them money will they go get food or drugs with it; I asked myself should I be like that or not. As you drive under the under passes you can see people stuff under the bridge and that’s where the homeless live trying to get cool during the summer and keep warm in the winter. “Authorities estimate that Houston ranks fourth in the country in terms of homeless number, with more than 40,000 people per year
... I would try asking only adults that seemed age of thirty or older. I noticed a much different reaction between the age groups and most of the individuals I approached were very caring and concerted. I was offered money almost 4 times out of the about 10 adults I asked in a short period of time. This was a huge jump from only two or three gestures so far through out the whole experiment. I of course denied the money from everyone and continued to explain what it was I was trying to accomplish. I do believe if I was a few years older and looked the part of an older adult my reactions from them might not have been so generous but could not know unless tested. I was really surprised with the difference in help offered between the two age groups. I figure that someones social norms must change as they they get older and maybe feel obligated to help a kid in need.
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
When a homeless person tries to talk to a person the largest response that I have seen is ignored. I have witnessed homeless going into fast food establishments and treated very badly. People do not want to sit by or near them. People do not want to see that they exist. But there are those people that want to help. “During National Hunger and Homelessness Awareness Week, student and community groups organize local events designed to educate the public, promote community service, and build campus and community coalitions to end poverty” (National Student, 2012). They see the homeless and do not ignore but embrace that they need
“Sometimes it 's easy to walk by because we know we can 't change someone 's whole life in a single afternoon. But what we fail to realize it that simple kindness can go a long way toward encouraging someone who is stuck in a desolate place.” ~ Mike Yankoski
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.
We, Aimee Johnson and Jessie Virnig, along with Amy Wilson and Shawn Klimek, decided to try to give the homeless a little hope. The week before Christmas we went door to door and collected food for the local homeless shelter. We decided to focus on collecting food because around the Christmas season, a lot of emphasis is put on toy drives and people sometimes overlook the fact that the homeless still need to eat. In order to broaden our research, we decided to collect food from more than one group of people. We went to an average middle class neighborhood and to a college dormitory. Before we went out into the neighborhood and dorms, we prepared a thank you letter to give to everyone explaining to them who we were, to tell them that we were collecting food for the homeles...
As an African American woman, I have lived and worked in underserved communities and have experienced personally, the social and economic injustices grieved by underserved communities and the working poor. All of which, has increased my desires to work with such populations. A reserved person by nature, I have exposed an inner voice that I was oblivious to. I have expressed my inner voice to those living in underserved communities, who are seeking social and economic stability. I have come to classify and value the strength I have developed by the need, to survive in an underserved community. I use these as my continuous struggle against the social and economic injustices that I have experienced, as a product of an underserved community and as an African American woman. I have continued my struggle to overcome the barriers from my upbringing in an underserved community.
I went to the grocery store and got cases of water, bags of bread, and stuff to make the sandwiches. I had finished preparing the bags and each had granola bars, fruit, ham and cheese sandwiches, water, toothpaste, and other hygiene products. My dad and I had arrived outside the homeless shelter and were ready to pass the bags out as we saw the swarm of people. Hundreds maybe even thousands of people gathered sitting in what little shade there was. I knew we had a homeless problem, but not to this extent and the bags I had made were going to make little to no difference on the vast amount of people that had been sitting outside. I was a little disappointed at first to be completely honest because I was not prepared for that many people. If I would have known there would have been so many people I would have made more bags. We drove around the block planning on what we were going to do and saw some tents set up. My dad and I were curious as to what they were, so we got out the car and saw that these people had been giving people food and I walked up to them and asked if there was any way I could help them. These people in the tents were actually an organization called Open Arms Outreach and a few girls scouts. They gladly let us help and we brought a few cases of water and the bags I had made and helped pass them out. The organization Open Arms Outreach
Attention Getter: Has anyone ever stopped to help you when you were in need? How did it make you feel?
The area I had once lived in, was not exactly an ideal place for children to grow up. For me, though, the hazards of my neighborhood never seemed real and I had never found myself afraid for the safety of me or anyone I knew. I thought, as most children do, that I was untouchable, and no one would have the desire to hurt me in the first place. It seemed like no danger could touch me, because for all I knew, people only got hurt on TV.
The young girl didn't even bother to hold the door open for the lady. Instead, she just opened the door while and looked at the older lady and just kept walking while letting the door shut. Knowing me and the kind of respect I have and was raised with, I ran over and opened it for her. She kindly said smiled from ear to ear and said “Thank You” and I smiled back and said “Of course.” Another example when I witnessed rudeness was when an individual gave a teen a gift for that contained money for her birthday. The individual was on a tight budget because they had just cut her hours at her job and thats all she had to give her which in my mind was more then enough. Rather then saying thank you, she decided to say “This is all I got?” After I heard her say this, I got an aggervated gut feeling in my stomach saying to myself. “How can someone be so rude when they know that they are going through financial troubles?” Although it was $40.00, she wasn't thankful for the gift at all and it was
In traditional societies, to begin with, there is a strong fellow-feeling; everybody is considered a friend and is expected to act this way, in case of personal or family crisis. In every-day life one would be happy to lend his neighbour anything he is asked without expecting anything in return. This fellow-feeling does not exist in modern cities, where the general rule taught to city-people when they are still children is: trust no one. The size and density of population, anonymity and high rate of criminality may be responsible for this kind of behaviour. Despite the fact that each city group chooses to behave this way for different reasons, the result will always be the same (Gans: 235-237).