Personal Narrative-My Feed-The-Homeless Trip To The Home
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.
As the time came, I eventually started to walk to the church (which so happened to be the one across the street from my house). While walking to the church, I thought about what was going see on the trip. As some of my other teammates participated in the early months and told their experiences to the teams, I thought the gist of the whole trip was for me witness those in need and pass out food to them. Eventually, I arrived at the church earlier than usual. Thinking
I came too early, I decided to head back home. Suddenly, I was interrupted by one of the church’s volunteers who told me to come help inside. She asked me if I could help sort out the food cans in the back closet. Without hesitation, I agreed to the task ahead of me. The room was filled with an innumerable supply of can food.
As time elapsed, people started to enter the church to receive some food. Somebody entered with sunglasses and large clothes to hide themselves. The church volunteer asked me to leave for privacy. Walking out the room, I witnessed a line of people. Outside the church, there were plenty of cars. Before that day, I had thought that the people who needed food were the ones who lived in big cities and in cardboard boxes (I witness that a lot since I lived right near the Atlanta area). I would have never thought that the people who needed food had cars. These people had the clothes and cars that would make people believe that life is good for them. This made me wonder how many people I have seen who struggle to put food on the table.
Eventually, my teammates arrived at the church. Before we hit the road, we prayed and loaded the food on the truck. We all passed the food out and gave bible verses to the people. While the purpose of the trip was for me and my teammates to help those in need, I learned that I can’t judge others based on their appearance or belongings. I might never know what others may be going to.
As the time came, I eventually started to walk to the church (which so happened to be the one across the street from my house). While walking to the church, I thought about what was going see on the trip. As some of my other teammates participated in the early months and told their experiences to the teams, I thought the gist of the whole trip was for me witness those in need and pass out food to them. Eventually, I arrived at the church earlier than usual. Thinking
I came too early, I decided to head back home. Suddenly, I was interrupted by one of the church’s volunteers who told me to come help inside. She asked me if I could help sort out the food cans in the back closet. Without hesitation, I agreed to the task ahead of me. The room was filled with an innumerable supply of can food.
As time elapsed, people started to enter the church to receive some food. Somebody entered with sunglasses and large clothes to hide themselves. The church volunteer asked me to leave for privacy. Walking out the room, I witnessed a line of people. Outside the church, there were plenty of cars. Before that day, I had thought that the people who needed food were the ones who lived in big cities and in cardboard boxes (I witness that a lot since I lived right near the Atlanta area). I would have never thought that the people who needed food had cars. These people had the clothes and cars that would make people believe that life is good for them. This made me wonder how many people I have seen who struggle to put food on the table.
Eventually, my teammates arrived at the church. Before we hit the road, we prayed and loaded the food on the truck. We all passed the food out and gave bible verses to the people. While the purpose of the trip was for me and my teammates to help those in need, I learned that I can’t judge others based on their appearance or belongings. I might never know what others may be going to.