Let us sneak away from the world for a moment, a day, an hour, somewhere far off.
Could we stay where no worries can touch us? We could live the old cliché where everything drifts away-- no jagged scars to light the sky above ink black mountains, or loud drums of scary thunder, no driving rain and golf ball hail to bring to mind the old woman with leathered skin horribly bent and twisted at the waist, pushing a makeshift cart down the street from Walmart ----
Here I am warm, safe. Scared and worried, yes-- about possible broken windows or a leak in the roof while a poor, bent soul has no windows to break, and no roof to leak.
Now, in my safe, warm privilege, after having driven by her earlier today, I wonder if she is safe or being stoned by such hail. Some may say, “Her choices led her there…” “She should have found a way…” “If life gave her lemons….”
How can anyone make anything when life hands you dirt on top of nothing? Sometimes people have no luck, but I did as a once homeless teen.
And what am I, who can now some fifty years later, seek escape from the worries of how a roof and windows will fare in this storm, when such as she exists?
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