Within the study of sociology we learn skills that allow us to understand both ourselves, and the world that we live in. It allows us to examine our culture and the interrelationships of the contexts that make up our experiences: global, national, community, and home.
Giving to the homeless not only gives hope to others but it also makes you feel good about yourself. It makes you feel proud that your giving someone else a chance to a better life. A writer once said, “Help someone achieve their dreams and you will achieve yours.” You don’t only feel proud of yourself
Growing up, I was very fortunate to have hard-working, loving, and supporting parents who provided my sister and I with a good life. A good life to me means having a roof over our head, meals everyday, an allowance for our basic needs, and family trips every so often. Last year on November 1, 2014 my mother Sandra and I decided to go to Los Angeles, CA to get some shopping done and have a nice meal at one of our favorite restaurants. Once we arrived to Los Angeles, we witnessed so many homeless people on the streets who are living in their tents and asking people for change at all times. This struck me because often times one does not realize how fortunate they are until they witness others who are struggling on a day-to-day basis begging
Today I wake up and stretch. I look around and see what's going on. I spent the night up on the bed and is so very comfortable. I normally get to spend my night sleep next to my parents if you will. I tend to stay on my mom's side as she is more willing to let me have some space. Dad doesn’t like when im on his side.
During high school and my first couple of months of college, I have volunteered quite a bit. I have fed the homeless, helped out at Habitat for Humanity, and cleaned the streets of Memphis, Tennessee. Doing community service and volunteering has helped me related to people and their struggles much more. It has made me realize how blessed and fortunate I actually am compared to other people. Helping and providing for people who do not have enough clothes to wear or feeding those who do not know when they are getting their next meal humbles me, because I could have been in their position easily. That is why helping the homeless and helping the less fortunate is so important to me. Helping someone who cannot help themselves is very rewarding,
Two years ago Trinity was doing a homeless project. It was where people would donate water,fruit,sandwiches, and other non perishable items. We would put the items in a bag, and scattered them throughout the community. We would drive around populated homeless areas. I would see homeless people getting yelled at, and I feel really bad for them. I saw this old man standing outside walts asking for money. Every Person walking by ignored the man, and he continued to walk inside. The man had no shoes,socks, or a coat. It was in the middle of winter. The man lived in his cardboard box across the street. The most upsetting thing I saw that day is a man with a really nice car just ignore the homeless man. I thought to myself how dare you take your
I sat in the lobby of Presbyterian/St. Luke’s Medical Center, a hospital located in the heart of Denver. My mom sat next to me and her three sisters next to her as we patiently awaited the results. Waiting in that lobby was a long and uncertain moment for me; I had never experienced such a time in my life. The doctors could either come out with bad news or good news or no news at all, but I didn’t know, and I needed to know. I had so many questions too, questions that I wanted to ask so badly but if I did no-one in that lobby with me could possibly know the answer. When my grandpa came out of the back followed by two doctors he glanced around the room, acknowledging his family in the lobby, and then briskly walked to a chair, sat down and stared
I was part of a Girl Scout troop. Every year we would travel to an interesting place and take part in a community service project. In May of 2016, I, a warmhearted person, went with my Girl Scout troop to New York City. My kind Girl Scout leader, Miss Melinda, came up with the idea of helping the homeless when we traveled to New York. As a result, I was buoyant. I have always wanted to help the homeless, but I did not know how. When we were helping, I came across a friendly homeless man who changed my life forever. I was sympathetic. The choice of my leader’s decision made me joyful.
While assisting these citizens, I was able to speak with them and find where our system fails them. In many cases, these citizens are aware of the resources that are available but lack the resources needed to access them. In many cases, citizens are not able to make it to shelters and food banks in time before closing due to lack of transportation. Also, these citizens are unable to call for services due to the lack of phones. While volunteering in the program, I was able to assist these citizens’ access programs available both public and private through organizations near the area they reside. My time spent with the homeless community was both very humbling and eye opening to the struggles they face on a daily basis. It has helped me see that although services are available, citizens still have trouble accessing them, which is a flaw that needs to be
It's been two weeks since Bellamy broke your heart by sleeping with Raven. You haven't spoken a word to him since. Your heart broke more everyday by not being able to hear his charming voice, seeing his freckled skin that you just so happen to love and the fact that you can't go up to him and ask him about his day like you used to. Though it hurt, he hurt you so much more when he betrayed you. That's what kept you from giving in. You made sure to act as though you were fine so it would kill him to see you move on from whatever you two had, considering you two weren't together. It was taking a toll on Bellamy too as the bags under his eyes just kept on getting darker.