Yeah! It was a great experience. It was christmas time in my city and I saw some man on the side of the highway. He didn't have a sign at all, but you could tell by looking at him that he wasn't well off. It was about 30 something degrees Fahrenheit outside and it was snowing. My dad stopped at a redlight and got out of his car. Since traffic was so backed up, no one honked or cursed at us. My dad took his gloves and gave them to the man, who thanked him profusely. It was amazing.

I was homeless, when I was 6 or 7 I lived in a women's homeless shelter with my mother and my younger brother. We didn't last there long but the time I did spend there helped me and, in a strange way, made me extremely self entitled and selfish. My mom got us ahead and now we're doing extremely well but I feel I deserve everything I have and more with little to no work. The experience made me jaded and unsympathetic to people's struggles. I live only for me. I care only about me. The hardship I went through, I went through alone, so why should I care about the world, the world never cared about me.