Topic > Narrative Essay on Being Homeless - 1083

I always see a homeless person. Whether it's on the street, in an alley or even on the subway. You will always see one whenever you visit. Once I manage to help a homeless man while I was in the city for 3 days. It was 12.30pm and I was about to go back to the hotel, but I was thirsty, so I went to a nearby convenience store, when I saw a girl sitting outside a convenience store. She looks young, probably a young adult. I was thinking maybe that girl hadn't eaten anything and maybe I could bring her some food. I entered the shop, the only thing I need is a bottle of water, but in the end I bought sandwiches, fruit and two bottles of water. I took 1 bottle of water and gave her the rest of the bag. She smiled and said "thank you". My response is “you're welcome” and I smiled back. Helping the homeless is one of the little things that makes me happy. It might be a small thing to me, but if I put it from their perspective, it's something a lot