A Day in the Life of a Homeless Person.
Therewas a man who slept in a place like this even when it was belowfreezing.
I am going to tell you about a day in the life of Joe Wino. Joe ishomeless and a drunk. At one time he was a successful business man.He lost his family in an auto accident. After the accident he couldnot function. He started to drink to make the pain of his loss goaway. He soon could not function at work and got fired. Then he losthis house and found himself in the streets.
During the warm parts of the year he sleeps on park benches, inalleys, in abandoned buildings, bus stop shelters or anywhere else hecan lay down and go to sleep. During the winter if the shelters arefull he tries to find something inside. It may not be heated he hassome blankets to help keep the cold out of his body.
All of his belongings are in a plastic bag. In the morning he getsup and heads for the garbage cans and dumpsters. He looks for bottlesthat he can turn in for the deposit money, food or something todrink. He likes the dumpsters behind the restaurants because theysometimes have food, especially after meal times. If he is lucky hewill not have to spend money on food. That gives him more for hisliquid refreshment.
Joe is at the bus stop and when the bus stops he gets on and asksif anyone can help him with bus fare. If there is a sucker he getsthe fare and jumps off. He can't do this to often because each driverremembers him and will eventually stop picking him up. When he getsenough for a cheap half pint he goes to the liquor store and buys thecheapest half pint he can find.
Some times someone will take him to get food. Then he sells it formore cheep booze. Many of those on the streets are drug addicts too.Some have lost a limb or two because of their addiction. You see themon crutches, in wheel chairs or hopping around on one leg. During theday they are downtown begging from the office workers and shoppers.If the aren't causing problems the police look the other way.
Joe's day is spent walking, begging, checking garbage and havingan occasional nap. As night falls he starts to think about where hewill sleep. He finds a place in an abandoned building. He has abottle that he will drink until he passes out. If he is lucky he willwake up in the morning. Maybe if he is lucky he will not wake up inthe morning. If it's cold he may freeze to death. He may be killed byanother homeless person or some sick killer. He may die from thecheap booze.
How lucky he is depends on his living or if his death is painless.No one will miss him. No one will care. He is a lost and forgottensoul. Maybe is he is gone someone may wonder what happened to thatbum that used to beg here. Maybe one person will miss him. I may misshim.
When we go if one person realizes we are gone then we were nottotally lost.
© Copyright 2002 Lee W. Gaylord