Cbeatles writes about how we can help the less fortunate.

I was riding home one day on the bus. We passed a street corner where I saw a man, who was about 20, holding a sign. I could only make out one of the words on the sign . . .

Homeless

Thousands of people in America are homeless. Some are families with multiple children. Some are elderly. Some are young children. Alone.

This got me thinking. There are so many little luxuries we take for granted. Food, clothing, water, and shelter are some. There are so many items I could never imagine myself being without. Some people have nothing.

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XPoetx struggles to find an idea.

I impatiently tap the desk, pencil in hand. I write something down but I am left with the decision on crumpling it up into a ball and tossing it into the trash can. And again, thoughts circle in my head, but I cannot get them down on paper. They're stuck together and won't come out as one. Before I know it, I am in the kitchen, grabbing a snack from the fridge. I return to my room, lemonade in one hand and pretzels in the other. But my mind has gone blank.

I blankly stare at the clock for a few more minutes. Almost an hour has passed by but I am just sitting here. My brain does not tell me to grab my pencil and race to jot down all my ideas. I am lost. My mind is blank. Usually, I rush with great excitement to write down my thoughts so quickly that I can barely read what I write. In fact, it's taken probably ten or fifteen minutes just to write these first two paragraphs.

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