Volunteering at the Pine Street Inn, one of the largest nonprofit organization in New England serving homeless men and women, affected me to deeply fathom homelessness. I came on Sunday mornings at 5 a.m as a lunch lady, serving healthy well-proportioned breakfast meals that unfortunately, would not suffice their hunger. I was terrified and apprehensive of what was to come. I caught myself on the first day in thinking these individuals as subhuman. I thought I would be serving shaggy crazy individuals. Instead, they were all kinds of individuals that would not fit the stereotypical homeless man. I took it the wrong way when they greeted me and refused to reciprocate the longing of respect. It was a mistake for me to reinforce those misconceptions
