Despite the many travels that characterized much of my childhood, I had never been on a trip quite like that of my first visit to South Africa. To me Africa existed through my father's journals, letters exchanged between my grandparents, an array of photographs and wonderful stories of what it was like having Africa as a home. However now for the first time, I was actually arriving at the small town on the eastern coast of South Africa where four generations of my paternal side had grown up. Driving through the town of Estcourt for the first time seemed somewhat like a dream. As we passed the small stone church where my grandparents were married, a small black- and-white picture rushed to my mind. The beautiful stained windows over my grandparents' heads were somehow familiar. Jacaranda trees stood proudly between houses and along sidewalks with little blue flowers seated delicately on the top of most branches, so fragile due to the heat that when a warm breeze ruffled the branches, the flowers would float slowly to the pavement.
On pages 241 - 242 of Breaking Night, Liz Murray writes about how she survived being homeless. "My friends fed me, or sometimes I panhandled just enough money to get a plate of fries drenched in mozzarella cheese and gravy at Tony's diner.... But when there was no one to reach to, I'd shoplift at C-Town, stealing whatever I could get my hands on." According to Joanna Walters in The Guardian , "[Liz Murray] doesn't want her appearance now and her Harvard degree to fool anyone: 'I was one of those people on the streets you walk away from.'" In a 500 - 750 word essay, examine and describe stereotypes or common perceptions of homeless people. To what extent does Murray's story and achievement help to dispel or reinforce the stereotypes?