A few of us were walking back from the hospital this evening. As we prepared to ascend the stairs to the overpass, a group of people and children were gathered. As we passed, we saw a man slumped against a wall looking like he was passed out. People were talking, children were pointing and stepping closer for a look. He was dead confirmed a young nurse walking next to me.
She told me that he was a beggar and that from the looks of it, he’d had a heart attack. The police had been called and would come to haul away his malnourished body. I didn’t know what to say. But my face must have asked a question. What she said took my breath away in its matter-of-factness: “That’s life here.” It happens all the time.
I don’t think I could ever get used to life like this. The rest of our walk was in silence.
WOW!! A rough life it is. My heart ache to hear this story.
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