Mr. Hobo

On the New York City subway floor, a man, unnamed and untamed, curled up alone on his thin piece of cardboard. Business executives distanced themselves from the hobo, acting as though they were in danger of contracting poverty. My mother told me, “Never go near that filthy hobo, his putrid stench will stick to you.” One day, I gathered the courage to speak to him. Surprisingly enough, Mr. Hobo’s life story was not as decadent as people would have thought. In fact, he was a rich businessman living a high society life style. Unfortunately, Mr. Hobo had lost all of his money when his stock market crashed. His hopes and dreams vanished away into the sewers of New York City. One rainy September day, I found Mr. Hobo lying dead on the cold subway floor. Tears trickled down my eyes as I ran towards Mr. Hobo’s motionless body. After that incident, I would always remember what Mr. Hobo said, “Kid, you’ve got to keep on studying and never wind up like me!” As time passes by, I worked hard to achieve my goal and became very successful. I owe it all to you, Mr. Hobo.