Thursday, March 7, 2019

An Act of Kindness

Helene Cooper 3/27/13 A Teenage Random Act of benignancy As a teenager not hu worldityy held much wish for my future. I was constantly in trouble cutting school, fighting, drinking alcohol and erect had an outright horrible attitude towards anyone that attempted to set me straight. thither were many reasons behind my anger that this paper doesnt warrant going away very deep into. I knew right from wrong and I in addition knew that I wasnt a bad person.That being said, I set in motion myself suspended from school for 20 mean solar days after a fairly brutal fight. existence that my suspension was so long I was demand to attend the Option Center in Lawrenceville for my core classes. My mornings now mandatory me to take a bus from Mt. Washington to Downtown and another to Lawrenceville. My afternoons just worked in reverse. My father (who I hadnt lived with since the age of three) now pity for me, gave me money to get lunch on a daily basis.After my gage day was over and I arrived Downtown, I was entering McDonalds when I noticed an old homeless man sitting with his dog. What made him seem so different to me from the other homeless people that I had encountered was that he looked happy. This both caught my curiosity as well as confused me. A man so seemingly content with having what I thought was nothing. The ternion day was the same. The same the elderly man covered in motherfucker with his little dog with matted hair that matched his masters, sitting in the sunbathe taking in the warmth.As I exited McDonalds I lapseed the man my lunch. He accepted it with gratuity on his face and I continue my walk to my next bus stop. After walking about a half of a block I heard a fierce voice yell Hey I turned to find the old man walking very fast after me with his dog in hand and holding the food and drink I had just given him. Being a fifteen year old girl, alone Downtown, I was a little startled to say the least. I began walking faster toward my refine ment when the man caught up to me.The man, very winded at this point, had one unreserved question for me. Is thispopdiet? I looked at him confused when he went on to explain that he was diabetic. At this point I matte both a little bad and silly at the same time for making this poor man run after me for such(prenominal) an innocent question. The pop was not, in fact, diet. He thanked me and handed it back to me. I saw this man, whose name was Charlie, every day during my suspension and every day I gave him my lunch, always making sure the pop was diet.

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