I had to recall my community service experiences in the past year for a scholarship application, and it got me thinking about the first time I ever worked with Stone Soup at WashU - an organization that brings food to the homeless every Sunday. My first delivery was an incredibly humbling experience. The hunger I observered in people's faces as they picked up a sandwich or two and other snacks and the genuine thanks demonstrated to me the ability the homeless have in praising God just for their lives alone. Despite the fact that these people lacked a place to sleep at night or much food in their stomachs, they showed overwhelming compassion for those of us delivering food. I think it's a shame that many people assume the homeless are people who aren't trying to get back on track and that they are unworthy of a warm meal and place to sleep. I found, however, that the people I talked with seemed just like ordinary people, with goals and dreams to find work, connect with their families, be able to afford a place of their own. I think everyone needs to experience such a personal encounter in order to truly open up your eyes to the condition of the homeless.
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good that you learned trhis lesson. More people should see how people like us suffer. You get to help, and possibly get money, keep up the good work