When I was reading I Beat The Odds by Michael Oher I read about how he was constantly begging and bumming, and it made me pause because I used to have friends that had to do that. The author stated, “Begging and bumming was just a way of life, whether we were living in the hurt village or had gotten bumped into another project” (11). I related to this because when I lived at my old house in Robbinsdale, I would see kids my age, and sometimes my friends, wondering in the streets because they didn’t want to go home, or they had no place to go. No matter where they went they still didn’t have a place to call home or even a place they wanted to call home. That is why I connected. I also connected, because once I was sleeping over at a friends house,
