Can you look at a person who has no roof over their heads and walk by and go to your warm cosy home with no pain in your conscious. If you are, then you have to learn how to be human again.
.
.
6 November 2013
“Good morning Carl, Sandy. Were you able to phone Joy yesterday?”
“No, I didn’t speak to her by phone, but I talked to some of her friends. She’s okay. They said something about her having to help somebody. I didn’t get all the details. She Should be down here, though. Remember that day when it was minus eight. I didn’t want to come down, but people expect me. If I don’t show up they think that I don’t need the money, so next time they’ll just pass me by.”
“What did you do when you were younger, Chuck, before you were in a wheelchair?”
“The ordinary things. I was married, raised a couple of kids. Worked at a bunch of different jobs, got in a car accident, then another accident.
“I didn’t have much education, but it didn’t matter in those days. Jobs were a…
View original post 1,097 more words
idealisticrebel 
Thanks so much for reblogging my post. It is much appreciated. ~ Dennis