When I first saw him standing on the corner with his yellow dog I had to do a double take. He looked just like my brother who I lost a few years ago. Weeks went by and I would see him every day, standing on the same corner, his loyal dog at his feet, with his cardboard sign that said, "Homeless please help if you can." I would see people give him small bits of change. The man would nod, but yet never make eye contact with anyone.
Every day, same corner, same man, same yellow dog.
The past couple weeks he hasn't been on his corner. I am assuming that he got smart, headed out west or down south, a warmer climate. Maybe he lost his grip and ended up in a jail. I want to get this guys story. Just to satisfy my own curiosity. It's sad how someone comes to that place in life. You're forced to drop all pretense of pride, you're set up to be alternately looked upon with disdain or ignored all together. I know a lot of people will say, just to make themselves feel better, that that these people like living like this. It's hard to swallow that anyone would enjoy living in the streets in Kansas City.
How many of us walk by the empty corners and never even notice that there is a human being there.
Every day, same corner, same man, same yellow dog.
The past couple weeks he hasn't been on his corner. I am assuming that he got smart, headed out west or down south, a warmer climate. Maybe he lost his grip and ended up in a jail. I want to get this guys story. Just to satisfy my own curiosity. It's sad how someone comes to that place in life. You're forced to drop all pretense of pride, you're set up to be alternately looked upon with disdain or ignored all together. I know a lot of people will say, just to make themselves feel better, that that these people like living like this. It's hard to swallow that anyone would enjoy living in the streets in Kansas City.
How many of us walk by the empty corners and never even notice that there is a human being there.
