Listening To Homelessness

This I believe…

For my whole life I've always wanted to help people, and I started to realize it's hard to help if you don't listen. Sometimes all a person needs is someone to be there for them and care about what they have to say. I believe that everyone has a story to tell; they just need someone to listen.
The summer before 6th grade I went on a mission trip to Portland with my youth group. The reason we were there was to help all of the homeless people and listen to what they had to say. In the first few days all we did was go around to the homeless, sit down next to them, give them food and water, talk and listen to them. I met a homeless man there named Kurt and he had the most adorable dog named Odele, they were the nicest people I'd met in a long time. While we were talking he was telling me how people never listen to him or even try to talk to him, just because he's homeless. He …show more content…
We slept on the floor of an old church and for our meals we had to go around town to try and find soup kitchens. Some of those soup kitchens didn't allow kids so we wouldn't get food. What I realized most was people wouldn't even look at us, it was like they were scared to see homeless people. I felt ignored and like I was less than the people walking by me staring through the corner of their eyes, trying their hardest to make it look like they didn't care. While this was happening I wondered how Kurt and all the other homeless people I met were so happy. I later found out that it was because they had each other and their pets that they knew they could always count on. The only thing they didn't have was other people to share their amazing stories with. We shouldn't discriminate against people who have less than us, they are still people just like us, all lives matter in this world and all stories should be