Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Homeless

As I walked around my city to feed the homeless, I chose to go to the first neighborhood I’ve lived in out of several. As I was taking in the nostalgic scenery, I motioned towards a man who took shelter behind a dumpster. Not wanting to startle him, I kindly greeted and offered him one of the many pb&j’s I had prepared earlier. “I don’t want your disgusting sandwich, I’d rather eat Mcdonalds,” he said harshly, assuming I was helping him out of pity and not the kindness of my heart. This wasn’t the first time I’ve helped people who didn’t want to be helped. In fact, this hopeless mindset was influenced by the crime, poverty, and drugs within my community. For decades, generations have idealized that the only way to survive is to steal and harm those who get in your way. This was evident in the many times people have burglarized my home and threatened to take my life. Despite all this, I was always aware that this was not the way I wanted to live my life as I couldn’t even harm a fly. From the start, I, myself was an example of this hopeless mindset which had held me back academically, but it had never weaken my hardworking and
To reach this ladder of success, I‘ve developed my own methods of survival through peace, love, and positivity. Unlike that homeless man who survives on his own, I persevere through helping others who lost their hope or are simply driven by the fear of working hard. On my free time, I motivate younger classmen with this message with the intention of leading them down a pathway unlike those who make up our despairing community. My change of perspective opened up many doors which allowed me to become a role model and a captain of my cross country team. Although my community has affected my academics and home situations profoundly, I now have the strive on bettering my future and experience on how it feels to fail but not give