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Personal Narrative: Help The Homeless
I also help the community by giving out money or food to the homeless that I see on the streets. Even though, I know that some homeless people use the money they receive to buy alcohol I know that eventually they are going to get hungry and buy some food. When I see a homeless and I don’t have change to give them I feel awful. I believe that I also help the community by picking up trash on the floor and throwing it away in a trash can. I personally don’t like loitering because I like to be clean as I possibly can, I can’t stand the messiness. Every year my dad and some of his coworkers go out driving on the streets looking for homeless people and give them a tray of food and sometimes I go with my dad to help them give out food. I try to help

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