Yesterday, I went to the cities to visit a family friend.
I was so tired of driving.
Finally, we came to the exit.
The lights turned red and everything around me halted to a stop.
A man approached our car with a cup and a sign.
He tapped on my window, and my mother told me to ignore him.
I wanted so bad to know his situation..
Why is he poor?
Was he abondoned?
Did he make his own bad decisions,
or did someone make bad decisions for him?
What's his story?
I've been thinking about it ever since...
Poverty is a huge problem in America.
When did it become okay for people to live in the streets?
That man's face will always haunt me...
We could've at least given him a few dollars,
we have some to spare...
and we didn't help someone who needs it more than us...
Why?
greed?
maybe.
1 comment:
This was an amazing blog. I was touched by it, and also loved the short sentences and non-sentences. Well done Shalin.
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