Treat Others With Kindness
Imagine living on the streets, alone and cold. No one cared and no wondered how you got there. No money to spend, no food to eat, nowhere to go. Wearing the same clothes over and over again. Sleeping on pathways, in tunnels, on dirt, living on the streets. Waking up next to people staring, enjoying themselves. How does that sound? How does that make you feel? Over the years, as I grew older, it made more sense how they got there, and how they felt. Some lost money, some got kicked out, as others didn’t have anywhere to go since the beginning. The world isn’t perfect, people aren’t perfect. I would always ask my mom for some change or at least a single, I would run over and put it in their cup. For me it was the right thing, a generous thing. [Today all over the world people treat them like they mean nothing, how they throw things and yell at them.] But in the end we are all the same but with different lives.
I believe in helping the homeless. Giving them money, clothes, and shoes is something important to them. Making them feel special, that they fit in. Just giving a dollar puts a smile on their face. We might see homeless people differently; however, they see us as the top of the world. They ask for money to stay alive, to be able to get …show more content…
The mom just stood there and did nothing about it. My uncle being who he is, walked right up to the three and yelled at the kid for being rude to the guy. Again the mother did nothing, they both just walked away. The guy who was being yelled at thanked him. Then my uncle asked “Do you want something to eat?” The man said yes, but he started to order off of the dollar menu. My uncle said it's fine and to get whatever he wanted. The man hugged my uncle in tears of happiness. We should always be there for the people who need it, even though they don't know who we are. (It means a lot to
Imagine living on the streets, alone and cold. No one cared and no wondered how you got there. No money to spend, no food to eat, nowhere to go. Wearing the same clothes over and over again. Sleeping on pathways, in tunnels, on dirt, living on the streets. Waking up next to people staring, enjoying themselves. How does that sound? How does that make you feel? Over the years, as I grew older, it made more sense how they got there, and how they felt. Some lost money, some got kicked out, as others didn’t have anywhere to go since the beginning. The world isn’t perfect, people aren’t perfect. I would always ask my mom for some change or at least a single, I would run over and put it in their cup. For me it was the right thing, a generous thing. [Today all over the world people treat them like they mean nothing, how they throw things and yell at them.] But in the end we are all the same but with different lives.
I believe in helping the homeless. Giving them money, clothes, and shoes is something important to them. Making them feel special, that they fit in. Just giving a dollar puts a smile on their face. We might see homeless people differently; however, they see us as the top of the world. They ask for money to stay alive, to be able to get …show more content…
The mom just stood there and did nothing about it. My uncle being who he is, walked right up to the three and yelled at the kid for being rude to the guy. Again the mother did nothing, they both just walked away. The guy who was being yelled at thanked him. Then my uncle asked “Do you want something to eat?” The man said yes, but he started to order off of the dollar menu. My uncle said it's fine and to get whatever he wanted. The man hugged my uncle in tears of happiness. We should always be there for the people who need it, even though they don't know who we are. (It means a lot to