Personal Narrative: My Homeless Person

It's not always true that your best friend shares the same values or beliefs as yours. In fact, my best friend saw the world completely different than the way I did. While I made choices that I thought were right regardless of how others felt, he made choices that were right by his moral code. They were still wrong choices, at least in my past opinion. While he had something of a moral compass that helped him decide what's right and what's wrong, I was simply straight and logical. Logic was my prime and my holy grail. If I did something rational, I didn't care how it affected people. I followed the rules. I followed the steps. I followed the norms. One time, I didn't give money to this homeless man who lived right around my local Walgreens when he begged for money because I knew that he was the reason for his downfall. I knew that because I asked him since he asked for money every time I went to Walgreens, which was almost every day. He told me that he invested all his money …show more content…
I saw that homeless man as usual, walk past him as usual, and left to Walgreens as usual. I got the quest bars and stood in the queue. I got a text from my best friend while I was in the queue, and I immediately remembered what he told me the other week. So once I got myself a box of quest bars, I head out to that homeless man. I knew that if I gave him money, he would probably spend it on some cheap liquor. Instead, I open the box of quest bars, give one to him, take one for myself and sit next to him. It got silent, really fast. He didn't say anything and just looked at me the entire time we ate. I realized he needed the quest bars more than I did, so I took two from the box, put it in my pocket and gave the rest to him. I did like the Quest bars. As it was time to leave, I just got up and preferred to say nothing to prevent the possibility of making things