Charity

My First Hand Experience In this essay “Charity means you don’t Pick and Choose” written by Patricia O’Hara, is about a mother and her family in San Francisco giving to a homeless person to show her son that it is a good thing to give to the less fortunate. Her son that was only five had never seen a homeless person before, so first impressions meant a lot in this situation. If the homeless guys was rude to them her son would probably never help a homeless person again. Even though she has had doubts about giving money or anything to the homeless she gave this homeless man money to teach her son a valuable lesson. The homeless man asked her son if he was going to eat him leftovers and her son gladly handed him the food. There was a time where she didn’t give money and her son asked her why she didn’t. To her there are time that are okay to give money and there is times that are not the right time to give or situations. She started to pick and choose who she wanted to give money to, she was being judgmental of who she thought deserved the money and who did not because of the way they looked. From a very young age I was always on the verge of being homeless because of my mom’s drug and alcohol addiction. When I was seven years old I did become homeless when she got arrested and I did not have any family around to help me, so I ended up in a foster home. I was not there for long but it was hard, I was so young I did not know why I was there or what was going to happen. To be with all these young kids that were also homeless I did not feel so bad but we were where grateful for the people that where there to take care of us. I was not there for that long until my grandparents came to get me. I was so thankful that they came to get me. I moved into an old peoples community and did not have any one my owe age to play with. My grandparents moved out of there and into a community were there where kids my age. After living with them for about two year they sent