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I always stumble upon this mentally ill guy as I get out of
our estate. I am going to call him Jack. As I rush back home from work, I am
sure to meet him somewhere having conversations with himself.
Sometimes I wonder, as I turn off the lights and get into my
warm bed, where does jack sleep and is it consistent? As I wash my clothes
during the weekend, does Jack have clothes to change into? As I get into that
shower after a long day at work, does Jack even have water to drink? As I enjoy
that expensive meal at a Porsche hotel, does Jack have anything to eat? When I
go out to meet my friends on a Friday night, does Jack have family let alone
friends?
My conscience is always fighting. On one part it wants me to
buy Jack some food or a cup of tea, to bring him some clothes and shoes to
wear, to get him into lodging and let him get a shower, the list is endless.
The other one wonders whether Jack will accept the kindness in good measure,
whether the hotel owner will allow Jack into the hotel, whether Jack will get
the clothes stolen even before he enjoys them, whether Jack will turn to a
stalker every time he sees me or whether he will turn violent when I have no
money to spare?
I could deal with all the other problems that could turn up
except the one that makes him a stalker or violent. That scares the hell out of
me. Do you ever wonder about these things? Do you want to help but are afraid?
Anyone have a solution on how you could help and not get stalked or harmed
while doing good?
I think thats a very good question and i also have it in mind all the time. The uncertainty and so many Whatifs????? Good piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks Neomy. The what if's are the scary part.
DeleteThat is sad, and scary, sometimes we just pray for such people. It breaks my heart when there is nothing we can do.
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