When I lived in Atlanta GA I went to go help the homeless. I saw a lot of families. Women with multiple children, pregnant women, teenagers, and men with no shelter. I saw kids my age that look hungry and didn't have the same clothes as I did because their family couldn't afford it. I helped everybody I could with food, clothes, hygiene needs. After I felt very accomplished and a happy person. I soon realized that I was a very lucky child to have all the things I have because of my parents and how they provided for my siblings and I. I think that time in my life I noticed that I had a passion in making people feel better or helping them with sores or bumps. it would just make me feel happier and make me feel more refresh. My mother told me
