homeless

Time and time again you hear “ there’s no place like home,” and this is the truth. Many people own houses they reside at on occasion, but deep down there is that one place you call “home.” It is that special place you can always be yourself with no hassles and a place to escape for the misery that lies outside. Most people, including myself, take a beautiful home with a great family for granted, however many people don’t have the privilege of calling somewhere “home.” “Homeless” by Anna Quindlen gives you a perspective on an atrocity that is present in our world today, homeless people. This story leaves you with a lump in your throat just thinking about what is going on in our society today. It is outrageous to think while I lay in my enormous queen size bed and watch a 42” television, there is someone begging on a city street corner just trying to afford his or her next meal. “Homeless” is just a term given to people with no place to go, no place to live, but in the end these people are human beings just like us so it is our duty to give them help. “Homeless” starts off with a dark, miserable tone as you learn that Ann has nowhere to call “home.” “ She said I was wasting my time talking to her; she was just passing through, although she’d been passing through for more than two weeks,” is an indication that Ann was embarrassed to say she had no where to live besides the bus terminal, and tried to cover it up by showing the writer pictures of a house she’d love to call home. You can tell the writer is highly affected by talking to this “homeless” woman, as she says, “I knew what she was trying to tell me, for it was something I had often felt.” This shows the writer felt displaced from society, as did Ann and this is why she is so touched by Ann’s position.