Homeless Mango Street Research Paper

As I was driving to my grandmother’s home in Mexico, I saw a homeless person walking barefoot in the summer heat. The poor man was hopping his way around the street, trying not to get blisters on his feet. Seeing this person that was down on his luck, put my life in perspective. I was in an air-conditioned car with shoes and adequate clothing, while this person had ripped clothes and no shoes. I made my mother pull over and I reached into my suitcase and reached for an old pair of sneakers. I caught up with the man and handed him the pair of shoes. Something as simple as giving someone less fortunate a pair of sneakers that were starting to fit a bit tight made this man’s day. This person now had shoes and he could walk in peace without the