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I never knew his name, but I always saw him walking with a small plastic cup and a small sign saying "Please Help Me...Please" and asking for money when I drove to church. Like every other homeless person I saw, I thought poverty was a joke and just a destiny or problem people faced. One time, I even laughed at him when I drove by.
It was that one day where he completely transformed my whole perspective on poverty. As I drove by, I saw him again, but with a policeman. Because of my snobbish attitude, I couldn't but help laugh hysterically as I saw him getting handcuffed. However, as I drove closer, I felt an intense chilly feeling as I heard him yell and fall to the ground. Looking like a suicidal attempt, I noticed him banging his head against the muddy dirt. I tried to finish the bread I had, but I couldn't help but direct my attention toward him. As I looked back at the people laughing and throwing money at him, I started to have thoughts of disgust and shame at not just my ignorant thoughts I had but at those who ridiculed him. I wanted to give him the left over money and bread I had but couldn't. When I stared at him again, I soon began to comprehend a little of the reality of poverty. It was not some joke but a scary feeling that I did not want to face. As the homeless man entered the police car, he expunged my conceited and ill-mannered mind and left me with me a completely new subservient mindset.
People often take poverty for granted. I have learned that it is easy to become absorbed in dealing with life's practical problems forget the reality that surrounds a person. It is not every day that someone can say that they can understand what poverty is like. The homeless man left a impact on my life in that there was no reason I could give to tell why I should not be thankful and appreciative for the life I lived. Although I never saw him again, I still try to take every opportunity to give back whatever I can in hope that something I give will reach him.
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I never knew his name, but I always saw him walking with a small plastic cup and a small sign saying "Please Help Me...Please" and asking for money when I drove to church. Like every other homeless person I saw, I thought poverty was a joke and just a destiny or problem people faced. One time, I even laughed at him when I drove by.
It was that one day where he completely transformed my whole perspective on poverty. As I drove by, I saw him again, but with a policeman. Because of my snobbish attitude, I couldn't but help laugh hysterically as I saw him getting handcuffed. However, as I drove closer, I felt an intense chilly feeling as I heard him yell and fall to the ground. Looking like a suicidal attempt, I noticed him banging his head against the muddy dirt. I tried to finish the bread I had, but I couldn't help but direct my attention toward him. As I looked back at the people laughing and throwing money at him, I started to have thoughts of disgust and shame at not just my ignorant thoughts I had but at those who ridiculed him. I wanted to give him the left over money and bread I had but couldn't. When I stared at him again, I soon began to comprehend a little of the reality of poverty. It was not some joke but a scary feeling that I did not want to face. As the homeless man entered the police car, he expunged my conceited and ill-mannered mind and left me with me a completely new subservient mindset.
People often take poverty for granted. I have learned that it is easy to become absorbed in dealing with life's practical problems forget the reality that surrounds a person. It is not every day that someone can say that they can understand what poverty is like. The homeless man left a impact on my life in that there was no reason I could give to tell why I should not be thankful and appreciative for the life I lived. Although I never saw him again, I still try to take every opportunity to give back whatever I can in hope that something I give will reach him.
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