My Life Of A Homeless Person Analysis

“We all ready?” the director said playfully. I nodded, and hid my unsettled nerves just as everyone manned their positions, preparing for the surge of people to burst through the front doors with a ferocity like water through a broken dam.

My father and I volunteered to prepare and serve lunch to the homeless in Seattle. At first, I was scared to be around so many homeless people, I never had talked with one before. I remember the subconscious feeling of superiority. We were surrounded by people who had absolutely nothing and in we came to save the day, but those kind and welcoming people helped me the most. They were not “good-for-nothings”, but people, just people. I am astounded that for a second that I thought I was higher than another human being. Why? Because one day I could very well be in their situation if dire circumstances happened; we are all the same in the end. I evolved that day to see people for who they really are instead of who I think they are, to essentially put myself in their situation. Also after seeing what these people endure on the daily …show more content…
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