Although it's a sensitive subject, I couldn't resist writing a reflection paper about the homeless issue. Homelessness is a serious problem and even though I have never experienced it and hopefully never be in that saturation, I feel for them. Not knowing when your next meal going to come from, not having that extra money to pamper yourself with material things and feeling like a lesser person by begging for change from other people. That's a tough life. As a child growing up in Ghana, I witness many homelessness within my own family and family friends. I remember I use to make a quick prayer whenever we drove pass a homeless person on the streets. "God Please help him, God please help her to become rich" ( In my native language of course) Now that I'm sitting here reflecting on those words , I hope my prayers I was making at a young age of eight years made a difference in someone's life. I couldn't give them any of my money because I did not have money handed to me at that age but I always knew one day I will start caring change around just to help someone on the streets. And in deed I started once I started driving. Giving, caring and helping someone is a trait that I picked up at a younger age and I'm glad I did. I don't do it for myself nor do I go around talking about it but I do it because it feels good to help your fellow human being and hearing the "Thank you" and the " God bless you" to me makes it all worth it.

It is hard for me now to always give out money/ change now a days because as a college student, life isn't always easy for me too. My father has always told me, “You can't always be nice to people because they will start taking advantage of you and this is starting to play a part in my life now. Just a month ago, I gave a 20 dollars bill to a homeless guy on Park Ave asking for change. The next day in traffic I gave the same guy another 20