Personal Narrative: My Trip To Downtown Columbus

Another Sunday afternoon was right around the corner, and I once again found myself preparing for what always seemed to be the highlight of my entire week. This was otherwise known as, my visit to the Holy Family Pantry and Soup Kitchen. The journey to this remarkable setting in downtown Columbus, is a tradition that was commenced by my Great Grandmother and eventually passed down to my Grandmother, where it would then be her obligation to include her only son (my father) in this tradition. Once my Great Grandmother passed away, my father always seemed to be caught up in the large number of tasks that his work had to offer, so my Grandmother ‘Molly’ as we called her, decided she would instead incorporate me into this tradition. This weekly forty-five-minute trip to downtown Columbus was a journey that always seemed to be chock full of a type of exuberant joy that some people are only able to experience a couple of times in their entire lives, but little did we know, this weeks ‘experience’ as Molly would …show more content…
James stood up, walked around the corner, got into his car and left the food pantry. Still in complete shock of what I had just witnessed, I stood there against the wall and began to think about what this great and powerful man, who has almost no spare time in his busy schedule did for the homeless population of Columbus on this particular day. I began to question how a man with so much power and so little time could take an hour out of his day to spend time with the Homeless population of Columbus, but I soon realized that he may have witnessed some of these exact situations living in Akron, Ohio.
Although I did not get to speak to or have a conversation with ‘The King,’ I still felt a great sense of relief. I was able to witness a man of great power show a weaker and more gentle side of himself, that the media hardly ever exposes. I will never forget the day that The Lebron James came to the Holy Family Food Pantry and Soup