Charles

Today, I went for a walk and I saw a severely malnourished, brown man sitting at a corner. Around him, a black backpack, various tools and technical parts. His hands were nearly black from filth. As he slowly toiled in the sun, his body leaned to the side. I couldn’t tell if he was falling asleep, passing out, or on drugs.

I stood at the corner, staring. A woman walked past him, joining me at the corner, looking disturbed, with her hand pressed to her chest. All I could think was, “He was someone’s child. He is someone’s child.”

I went to my coffee spot, and circled back with a sandwich and water for him.

He sat right up with an energy I didn’t expect, fully lucid and level.

We had a nice little chat about resources, which he wants, but today, he didn’t want to receive help.

Last weekend, I made brochures of resources to pass out on my walk and was disappointed that I forgot. I can complain or be part of the solution.