I did once upon a time a few decades ago. I was about 45 on my way to work. I saw to my left walking (trying to remain upright) along a chain link fence a bearded man whose age I could not tell. He was staggering. Holding on to the fence but kept falling down. He appeared to be drunk but I don't know. At first I thought there but for the Grace of God go I. And then I wondered whom did he used to be and how did he get there? And then I thought I don't know what lies ahead of me. What if my life goes in a terrible direction and I end up on the streets staggering?
I still see him in my mind. I can't get rid of that image. I wonder whatever happened to him? Why he was there in that condition? How many more people are there like that staggering along a chain link fence in life just trying to survive? SIGH.
