GIVING SANDWICHES TO THE HOMELESS

“At the end of the day it’s not about what you’ve accomplished..it about who you’ve lifted up, who you’ve made better. It about what you’ve given back.”

-Oprah Winfrey

INSPIRATION BEHIND GIVING THE SANDWICH TO THE HOMELESS

My biggest desire since childhood has always been making the world a better place, my heart closely resided with the less cared for now that I think about it, I have always been grateful. Even though I didn’t have all the toys most of my friends had something deep down told me that things could have been worse therefore it grew a habit of being content with what my parents provided no matter how less it was. I did not have a bed until I was about 10 no don’t pity me I never thought that was an issue ever until I had a bed.

Even though I slept on the floor I was fed and dressed for winter. One day when me and Dad were out with his company’s car, we stop at a gas station to fill up the gas tank, while we were there my Dad grab some snacks for me. As I walk out of the convenient store, one little boy around 8 to 9 years old (little older than me) sat shrieked against the wall, staring at me.

My heart had a whole drilled at it automatically, I ran to him I gave him some of my treats without saying word and run back to the car before my Dad could notice what I just did, I did not want him to see me giving away my snacks because I already knew how hard he had to work to afford buying me treats at a convenient store (mind you how ridiculous they prices are). I did not hide my actions because I thought he would not approve but I wanted him to be content with himself for being able to provide for me.

From that day, my heart went on with a major hole that little boy drilled with his piercing eyes. I wanted to know why was he not provided a shelter for, where are his relatives, is life treating him unfairly, is he here because of his bad decisions or because of someone else’s but now has to take responsibility for them in the worse way, or just know if he enjoyed my snacks?

I search for that boy’s story in everyone I meet. I give not because I have too much but because I just want to make someone’s day better, that does not make me an Angel or even close to that.

Because of my story above, I have finally gained confident to do something about the hole within my chest. Every Sunday I make sandwiches out of my pocket to give out to the homeless.

THE WORLD IS NOT AS BAD AS YOU THINK-GOOD DEEDS

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