I faced a bit of hopelessness today. It broke my heart. I saw women in distress on the side of the road. She looked ill. It was in a bad part of town. I stopped anyway. She was incoherent and not able to stand. I called for help. When the police arrived, the officer said one word. Drugs. He made the hypodermic motion with his fingers. I figured it was heroin. The sick lady looked bad close up. Like she had fallen hard. It actually hurt to look at her, and I felt odd because once I found out she was an addict, my compassion faded away.
I shot this homeless man over the weekend. There was no move on my part to help. His condition looked self-inflected. Maybe that is it?
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