I pass by a one legged man who lives under a public stairway in a small hidden park surrounded by buildings. I go swimming so early I catch him sleeping with a cat everyday. But I will not take a photo because it just does not feel right.
Remove the tendency to judge him or feel sorry for him and the image of him sleeping with the cat who seemed like he was protecting a companion haunted me. I don't know how to get to know him and don't feel an invitation to do so.
I could cast him as an anomaly or try to rescue him. But I don't think we are much different except for the walls and roof that make our home. Inside, we deal with the same predicament but probably complicated by the requirements of family and finance. Security is again clouded by money.
I can't solve his problems but I can see myself and how I live more clearly when I think about life in his skin. We both get up and face the day not knowing how life will turn out. We both must make a living. We both need companionship. And we both can make the most of what we have.
He just has less to take for granted. Money can blind us to life.
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