How a Homeless Man Changed My Life

I think God is telling us in our life. A new perspective from whispering people walking along the street, walking in a quiet forest, and simple attention to art.

When I was nine years old, I met a homeless who changed my life. He was standing alone in the corner of San Francisco, his face was hanging, and his voice was sore. He is hungry

When I was having dinner with my mother, I could not help thinking about him. I wrapped a hamburger and walked to the place I was hungry for dinner. We walked down the street looking step by step, but we did not find him. Since then, I am looking for more people like him.

When I was thirteen, I sneaked out of the church sneakily and hang out with my homeless friends at the city park. I will buy sandwiches from Subway or Arby's and listen to their stories. I know that there are souls that hundreds of hungry becomes hungry or beating. This is a fight for many people.

At the age of fifteen, I appeared in the volunteers at the refuge in the Red Cross, but their help was so short that I soon appointed me as a kitchen attendant. I hurriedly spent between school and extracurricular activities for three years and built a community of friends between the staff and residents of shelters.

I went to college to become a nurse. However, each time I went to the hospital, I passed away. So I entered political and international research. I soon learned that the stories of poor people in America are just stories that are being experienced elsewhere in the world. At the nursing school, I learned about HIV / AIDS and how the virus attacks the weakest part of our immune system. When studying international relations, I learned that the HIV / AIDS crisis is also attacking women and children in Africa, the weakest members of society.

When I was 21 years old, I grabbed the opportunity to focus on African HIV / AIDS and the people most affected by the water crisis. I thought of a homeless man and the way he was being ignored in his personal distress.

I am thinking that there is no sacred blessing at the age of 9 if human beings attract themselves when I am 30 years old and it continues to affect my way of living today.

When I came to San Francisco for the first time, I was homeless. The first few days I lived in a shelter, I saw the corpse of a man who died at 3 am. A man with blue eyes, I will never forget it. This is a homeless phenomenon hidden by homeless reality, politics and split rhetoric. Even before I became his youth commissioner, I felt uneasy about his work to remove the bench at Harvey Milk Square. This historic space makes it possible for strange young people to organize and take over as Harvey Milk. This is a safe space for the only homeless youth in San Francisco. Scott entered the business world, canceled the bench, returned to the dangerous neighborhood of the homeless youngster, leave a lot of us, and are doing many drugs, surviving work, violence and harsh reminders. Our gay space

I remember my youth experience when I looked to socialism. This is a fairly unobtrusive experience and is definitely an experience shared by many people. I walked down the street of my hometown and met a homeless person who asked me to change. This man is sitting outside a huge and shining new office building. Inside and outside of the building, there are important business types for me, it is very rich and self absorbing. The simple conclusions I got are as follows. Why should this poor homeless person be subjected to such tragic destiny? When his dilemma can easily ease his dilemma simply by giving this poor the excess of some of these merchants? He can live together! He can have some dignity! There is also a chance of security, even self-actualization. Why all the money is poured into the shining big eyes of the building though it was used to improve the lives of people suffering from some homeless people.