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Two years ago Trinity was doing a homeless project. It was where people would donate water,fruit,sandwiches, and other non perishable items. We would put the items in a bag, and scattered them throughout the community. We would drive around populated homeless areas. I would see homeless people getting yelled at, and I feel really bad for them. I saw this old man standing outside walts asking for money. Every Person walking by ignored the man, and he continued to walk inside. The man had no shoes,socks, or a coat. It was in the middle of winter. The man lived in his cardboard box across the street. The most upsetting thing I saw that day is a man with a really nice car just ignore the homeless man. I thought to myself how dare you take your
blessing for granted. If you can drive up in a nice car,and show off your cash you can give someone a dollar. The homeless man is not asking for 100 dollars, but rather pennies and quarters. The man was getting rejected the whole entire day. I felt really bad for the old man. WE had to leave the store because the pastor wanted to come to this one later. We get to the next spot, and we started unloading the food off the truck. All the homeless people were getting ready to receive their food. All the homeless people were arguing, and they were cutting in line. It started to get a little chaotic, so we had to leave early. I understood what they were going through because it is survival when you are homeless. I was really scared because it was vicious, and I almost had to break up a fight. three hours passed, and we are ending our day. we still have to go to the grocery store with old man. I could not wait to go see him. I just felt so bad for him. We finally pulled into the grocery store, and I could see the look on his face. I started to jump out of the truck, and I started to unload the packages. He came up to me, and he gave me a big hug. He told me I am very blessed, and I should keep up the mission work. I started to tear up as I gave him the food. He quietly said thank you, and walked away.
Principally, to a homeless person, if there was only one thing they hated, it would be pity. The only way society at this point knows how to deal with the homeless is by pitying them. They take the individuals and they put them in a group basically labeled “displaced”, then it is expected that it is up to the state to help them. Many say they try, but because homelessness deals on such a personal level, many don’t get helped because they are grouped. On the personal level, when one sees a homeless person, many, if not most people, shy away thinking that “someone else will help them”. In most cases, they are ignored. Because everyone is thinking this way, not many local homeless people get assistance. In this country, homelessness is one of the last issues to be thought of, which is why the homeless population is now flooding into small cities and towns. Homelessness should be combatted one person at a time and not as a group. I agree that everyone needs to pitch in and help rehumanize these lifeless souls, and with everyone’s help, it can be done on a personal level.
As you’ve probably noticed, I have a very dry sense of humor and yesterday it was extra dry for some mysterious reason ;-)
Homeless or not, we were all raised and taught not to do the things that would hurt people. The way homeless people are being treated in today’s world is out of hand and it needs to come to an end. The homeless are humiliated, assaulted, talked badly about, and overly stressed due to traumatic experiences.
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
There are over 3.5 million homeless people in the US now. Also, a quarter of people living on the streets are severely mentally ill, and must be admitted to institutions, and have the capability to if they were given or knew they had a chance. The poverty level is constantly rising, and is forcing more and more people onto the streets. We can just sit around and hope someone else does it, or we can take action. Next time you walk by a homeless man or family, and before you make a judgement about them, just take a minute and think about how easy it could be for you.
In the early hours of the morning on Thursday, January 3, 2013, James G. Fulmer was found frozen to death on the steps of a Nashville Church. James Fulmer was 50 years old, homeless, and physically handicapped (wsmv.com). His tragic story is just one of almost 1,000 homeless men and women will suffer death caused by hypothermia each year. (nationalhomeless.org). Every night in the United States, over 600,000 people encounter homelessness. Their stories are diverse and their paths to homelessness, varied. Many have found themselves on the streets due to domestic violence, job loss and mental illness (npr.org). Some were teachers, accountants, musicians, painters, and even doctors. So many of the homeless population once lead normal lives. Yet, there is a social stigma that views the homeless as lazy, unwilling to work, uneducated and even untrustworthy. In a Capitalist society that places the highest value on image and the almighty dollar, there seems to be little desire to interact with these “outcasts”.
Homeless individuals are known for taking hand outs and they prefer to plead for money rather than to go work for it. People assume most of the the money that is given to homeless people they spend it on drugs and alcohol because of the fact that many homeless people have drug and alcohol addictions. It is not uncommon to come across homeless youth and older homeless population that are known to abuse substances like drugs and alcohol. Because of the fact that homeless people have substance abuse problems, they tend face illnesses and infections. Many hard working Americans ask themselves “why don’t homeless people just get jobs?” The assumption is they are just lazy and unmotivated. Homeless people choose to live the life they live. Everyone goes through problems but not all people take the path homeless people do. The problems homeless people face is not an excuse for them to be helped and maintained by other hard working people. Although homelessness might be a choice to some, no one knows the hardships these people have gone through. Some assume these people are just lazy but in reality a lot of these homeless people have jobs of their own, they just can’t afford housing and a decent life. Everyone has their own opinion on homeless people, but that does not change the fact that one should still serve the homeless. Not because homeless people need help but because we are
Most people in the United States have access to the internet. If someone doesn’t know any possible way to help the homeless they can go to google and search “How can I help the homeless.” While I was researching how to help the homeless I came across a page that listed 50 different ways to help. The simplest way to help the homeless is just getting to know a few. For example, my two sisters traveled to Las Angeles and my sister, Nicole, became best friends with homeless people. Just by going to hang out with them for an hour a week, it makes them so happy. It makes them happy because someone is taking their own personal time out of their day to listen to their story. The second easiest way to help the homeless is to just respond to them with kindness. They didn’t do anything wrong to you, so treat them how you want to be treated. People think they can just walk over these people and the homeless people just want to be treated as an American and not be disrespected. Lastly, people can volunteer at a shelter for an hour a day or however long they want. I volunteered at a shelter last semester in December of 2016 and they said they don’t care how long you stay; they just want all the help they can get. Depending on what the shelters purpose is you can do anything from folding clothes, help with shopping, cooking food, or helping people carry things out. Simple actions can help hundreds of
Many people do not think homelessness is a problem, but the homeless people, mostly unseen, exist in ever-increasing numbers. The homeless are like a bowl of popcorn; an uncooked kernel of popcorn goes unnoticed until you bite down on it. Just like the homeless are not thought about until they are seen, when you get to the bottom of the bowl of popcorn, there are a handful of uncooked kernels. Think about last January when the temperatures dipped into the teens; the eleven o'clock news mentioned that the shelters were filled beyond capacity. As much as we hate to, we must face this fact: thousands of homeless people exist.
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How would you feel if you were left out on the streets with no food for weeks or months at a time, no shelter, and when people walked by you you were frowned upon. When it snowed you had no blanket and when it was really hot you had on too many clothes because you had no place to put them or any other way to hold them. This is what homeless people go through every single day. We had so many countless topics to choose from, but I chose homelessness. I chose this because I know a few homeless people and it’s a real struggle for them because they have no way of cleaning themselves or a way of getting food. Also what if they have children, how are they supposed to take care of them and everyone knows they don’t want their kids taken away from them. The question that has been driving me is “ How can I help homeless people find homes?” and as you read on you will see that I have found a way to help get them off the street. I have read many articles on organizations
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