Personal Narrative Essay: Living On The Streets

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Last Sunday, I was driving with my parents, and we were going out for lunch as we usually do. As we stopped waiting for the green light near the 8th street, an individual started walking towards my window asking for help with a piece of paperboard saying he needed money for his children. At first, I was nervous because I am not used to having contact with people who live on the street. In this city the less we do is walk. We spend a great deal of time in our cars going everywhere, with our windows closed because of the AC, and our cellphones in our hands either for the GPA or to text. We lose the ability to look outside for the people who need help. As I was getting over my thoughts and feelings, I took my purse to look for five dollars and

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