Homeless in the Time of COVID

Ere walking over to the mailbox, I complained aloud that I couldn’t think of anything worth writing about. Then as I went across the street and looked down, I found an overly-used piece of lined paper folded and tucked in a sandwich bag.

With a habit of picking up anything I find, I did likewise with this, knowing that I’d look to see what it was first before tossing it in the trash. But after seeing and reading and rereading it, I think I’m gonna hold on to it.

I also have something greater to share…

At first, I thought it was some school kid’s doodle pad, but the more I read, the more I realized that I was looking at the ‘journal’ of a homeless man. I say ‘man’ only because I read ‘ex-wife,’ among the many scrawls on this single and most singular piece of paper.

Life can be so wickedly hard, and this is the written proof.

2 thoughts on “Homeless in the Time of COVID”

  1. Wow, there is so much going on on this piece of paper. I saw the ex-wife note and much more. I sense so much anger, God bless this person…

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