Tomorrow is my brother’s wedding, and I was on my way to get a hair cut. Visiting the hairsalon is one of my least favorite activities, along with bra shopping. As On my way there, an older homeless man was sitting in an alley way, as I approached him, I could tell that he had soiled himself. We spoke and he told me he was 63 years old, and he was suffering of lung disease. He was an very intelligent man, an articulate man.
He told me through his tears that he wanted to die. I wanted to call the police, but he wouldn’t let me. I wanted to bring him to a shelter, but he wouldn’t let me. I gave him 5 $ and told him to wait one hour, and that we would find a solution. But as I returned, he was gone. I searched for him on my bicycle, but never found him.
All I can do now is pray for him.