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By Allison Egley
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I thought this might be easier. I hate this. I wish I had any other way. I hold my cup and sign. Homeless. No job. Three kids. Please help. You'd think that would get people to give, but I guess not.
People assume because I'm a white female, I'm telling the truth. And I am.... mostly. So I only have one kid. And I'm not exactly homeless. My mom will let me stay with her as long as I'd like. But it's not my own home, so...
I think people assume that since I'm a black male, I'm lying. But I'm not. I promise.
They think I'd never buy drugs. I have three kids, after all. People can be so naive. Ha!
People probably think I'll buy drugs. I've always been clean and sober. I wish I could prove it.
Sometimes I take my daughter out of school so she can come. When she's with me I get double or even triple what I'd get on my own. She's like a special charm. She needs this education.
Sometimes I take my kids with me, but only if they are off school. They need an education. When I have them with me, it gets a few people, but more often then not, I just get dirty looks. They look at my kids with pity, then look at me with scorn. I can almost hear their thoughts. How could you do this to these kids?
I used to have a part-time job as a waitress, but I needed extra money. So I begged. I took my cup and sign. One kid. Minimum wage job. Please help! I got more in one hour of begging than I did in two with my waitress job. I thought it was a fluke, so I tried again a few days later. And again.
I used to have a great full-time job, but the executives were corrupt and the whole company shut down. Next, my son got ill. Soon I couldn't pay rent.
So I decided to quit my job as a waitress to be a "full-time beggar." Oh man. I just have to laugh every time I think of it.
I've applied for other jobs, but I only have one year experience in my field, and they all require three years experience. So I don't have enough experience. Then I tried to find other jobs. But they took one look at my old job and wages and said I was overqualified. So now I'm a part-time beggar. What a joke.
Soon, I'll go to my mom's house, kiss my daughter, and go out with my friends. We'll drink, smoke, shoot up, snort... whatever. Don't worry. My daughter is safe with my mom. And it's my life. I can do what I want. My mom will probably raise her better than I can anyway.
Soon, I'll go back to the shelter, and wait for my kids to get off the bus. We'll have dinner at the shelter and then go to bed. I worry about them so much there. I'm always with them, but I still worry. Anyone can walk into the shelter and you have no idea who he is or what his intentions are. Gunshots fill the air at night, and I cringe. A shelter is no place to raise kids, that's for sure.
Here comes a car. I stand up, holding up my sign and cup with a frown. The window rolls down, and I look at the woman.
She looks at me with sympathy and says "God bless you." She drops a dollar into my cup.
"Thanks," I mumble back. What? Only a dollar? Some people are such cheapskates. It makes me sick
Here comes a car. I stand up, holding my sign and cup with a sad smile. The window rolls down, and I look at the man.
He looks at me suspiciously and says, "Don't spend this on drugs," as he drops a quarter into my cup.
"God bless you," I say, as I bow my head and tip my cap to him. Wow. Some people are so generous. It makes my heart sing.
Homeless. No job. Three kids. Please help.
Homeless. No job. Three kids. Please help.
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Nicely done. God bless~
This is my favorite line:
"God bless you," I say, as I bow my head and tip my cap to him. Wow. Some people are so generous. It makes my heart sing.
Brought tears to my eyes. And the way you added those last two lines, same as the title, same as each other, but poles apart in meaning-- was nothing less than brilliant.
God bless!
Clever, unique and compelling.
Thank You
Congratulations for a true "Pulitzer Prize" entry.
It's "topic" not top.