Embracing this attire, I chose Sunday, 4th December, 2011 to go out and infuse myself in the world of the homeless. I chose a local park which I know is pretty populated on Sunday mornings and I went there and took a place at a bench. It didn’t take long for people to notice a homeless person sitting on a bench at a park where well-to-do people come every day for their exercise. On any other day, the people who came here were very friendly to me and always stopped for a little chat during their walk. Today, however, they stole glances at me from afar and whispered while pointing at me. A couple who was walking with their ten year old daughter actually steered her away from my direction physically and gave me a stern look. But even amidst all this hatred, negativity and fright from a homeless person who, for all they knew, could be mad and give the rabies, a couple of kind hearted young students stopped by to ask me: “Hey, are you ok?” or “ Can we help you with anything?”. But comparing all the people who just walked by with these two students, it was clear that only 2 out of 100 people can not make a difference for the homeless, however good-hearted they are. Just to see really how much people would care about a homeless person looking almost as sick as a dog and about to die, I stretched myself full length and pretending to be very, very sick. This act of mine did attract quite some attention but only five of the people who stopped to watch stood up and asked me if I was okay. The experience that I had in the park shook me up pretty much when the thought that what if all this was real, and I really was a homeless person, would these people treat me equally as bad? Or may be they would treat me worse.