It was the first day that school was out. And, the old movie theater had just shut down last year. We wanted to go check it out. There was only four of us John, Luke, Ian and I. We had no more than one day.…
A problem that persists through every part of the world is a lack of compassion for the homeless. No matter how many charities are available for people to donate to, they are often careless and forgetful. This problem stems from laziness and a lack of motivation to be involved. This carelessness can account for the lack of resources or the lack of knowledge about resources for the homeless.…
I decided this summer, to use the free time for painting a comic. The protagonist of this comic, I determined, was a homeless person of color living in NYC. Notwithstanding I have been always especially active in my community, and have volunteered in several programs that benefit homeless people of color and LGBTQ, the research I made about homeless people in NY was an eye opener.…
I am outside today with a couple other S.S. Soldiers we saw a Jewish man who had some weird curls so we decided to stop him and surround him and make fun of his hair and outfit. Many of the S.S. Soldiers have taken over homes of the Jews. Also today is the last day for all the Jews to move into the ghetto. While the Jews are walking to the ghetto some kids are standing on the sidewalk while screaming and throwing things at them one girl was even screaming “Goodbye Jews.” Once the Jews got into the Ghetto many of us were sitting or standing in the snow giving all the Jews their cards.…
I am one of the 220,000 that are homeless each and every night in Australia. Us as homeless people, we don’t really get seen as ‘’positive’’ people, we’re mostly seen as negative. A way we can be seen as positive, is if we as homeless people that have turned our life around successfully or if we are recorded giving to anther homeless who needs it more and is uploaded to Facebook or any social media. Which isn’t regular as we don’t often get fed most nights.…
I walked downstairs and said to my mom “I don’t feel very good.” My mom responded, “Ok, go back to bed and try to get some sleep.” After my mom told me that I went upstairs to my room and tried to lay in bed. I couldn’t fall asleep at all! A little bit later I didn’t feel any better so I went to the doctor. The doctor told me that…
On a cold, brisk snowy night in New York City little did I know I was about to make an encounter with someone I'd never forget. I was waiting for a friend in McDonald's so she could get her food and stay inside for warmth, when I realized someone not too far behind me was talking. Startled, I turned around I saw a homeless man wrapped in torn up blankets, shaggy, undone brown hair and trying to keep warm like the rest of us. My first instinct was to stay clear until a woman had drooped her purse and money rolled around his feet, as he bent down to retrieve the money to all our disbelief he handed her the money and told her something extraordinary. As he handed the woman back her money with shaky hands, he looked down and exclaimed how,"Money…
A couple years ago, I participated in my football team’s monthly Feed-the-Homeless trip. During the time, my coach made the trip it manually for each player to participate in the trip at least once. I decided to participate during June, knowing that I had to do at least once.…
Mrs. Davis said, “Absolutely, this morning I was getting ready for my meeting when I heard what happened to Katherine and saw you guys over. I tried to get someone else to take the meeting and couldn’t find anyone willing to do it. When I came home, I called the police department to tell them about the man in the backyard. They told me to wait until you came back and tell you about the homeless man. He is probably the murderer.” Pointing her finger toward the detective, Mrs. Davis added.”Kathy was my friend.”…
It’s no fun being homeless. Everyday, I wake up, I am forced to spend another meaningless morning roaming around without a purpose, and another meaningless afternoon fighting for a spot in a shelter. Some days are better than others. Like on days that I make it to a decent shelter, I am blessed with an abundant amount of food, access to clean water, a warm bed that hasn’t been used, and a story from the book of life, aka, the bible. Life is good on those days, and no amount of rejection from the streets can take away my smile when I’m inside a place full of love.…
Known as the “City of Trees” for its abundance of greenery, my hometown of Sacramento, California could also be called the “City of the Homeless”. There are staggering numbers of homeless Sacramentans and a significant amount of people who lack consistent access to nightly shelter. On any given night, the homeless population of Sacramento County totals nearly 2,700 people (www.sacramentostepsforward.org), and this number is on the rise.…
The service that I did with the poor was at St. Vincent De Paul. I took the bus with a friend after school on a random Thursday with Ms. Reuter driving the bus, which I didn’t expect her to know how to do at all. It was my first time working there, because I had only worked at the distribution center the year before for confirmation. When we arrived we all signed in and they put the people who had been there before in their normal locations. My friend and I got split up, with me in charge of sorting all of the donated canned foods and my friend went over to move pallets around. While I was working with one of the staff there, I made friends with some freshmen that were also working with me. They started calling me silly names like “broth boy” because at some point I got in charge of sorting canned broths.…
The article that I choose as the one for deeper study was the article, “Writing and Retelling Multiple Ethnographic Tales of a Soup Kitchen for the Homeless”. The reason that I choose this article is because it relates to my own area of interest Ethnography and the study of culture-sharing groups. By taking this study I began to break it down into the characteristics of qualitative approaches:…
In the field of Human Services there are a multitude of people that need assistance. However, in each target population has their own distinct issues. Examples of these target groups or populations are people with mental illness, the homeless, and senior citizens.…
No Snapchat, no Instagram, no games , or texting your friends all day this would be what would happen for me if I lived off the grid. I know the million dollars would amazingly help my parents and siblings for our education mainly college. I honestly think I could live off the grid for a full year and be okay with it. I love using the Internet to help me will all sorts of thing like Little Free Libraries or discovering new things to create on Pinterest but I also know I could go without those things. It would definitely be a very hard challenge for me in a variety of ways to live of the grid.…