Something that most people don’t know about me is that about once a month I feed homeless people. Over four years ago, my grandfather and great uncle invited me to go with them to help distribute food to homeless people on the street. The first time I went with them I realized that ordinary people like us could directly help people who are hungry. Seeing how I could help take away someone’s hunger pain for even a few hours made it all worthwhile. Since then, I have bought and packaged food (usually a sandwich, chips, and a cookie) about once a month and get my parents or another relative to drive me downtown to pass out bags of food to homeless people in the street. I usually pack about 75-100 meals that we distribute in less than an hour.
