Walking in to work this morning, I was approached by a 'Street Person
' (non gender-specific, slightly PC term for 'bum
') asking if I has a "...spare cigarette". At this precise moment, I was assailed
with a multitude of thoughts and feelings
. So much so that I simply looked at him and walked on
. Normally I would have made a comment, rude, polite, or other - just to acknowledge, but I suddenly had such an onrush of thoughts
that I just moved on blankly
. The following are some of what hit me at that precise moment
The thing is, I will mull over this for the rest of the day. Tomorrow I will have forgotten it completely
, but that guy will still be out there somewhere, picking up butts out of the gutter
, sleeping on park bench
es or in a tunnel somewhere.
Everyone is here for a reason, I wonder what his is. Perhaps just to spark this pang of guilt in me. But what do I feel guilty about? That I am better off that him? That I didn't/won't/can't help him? Or that I am part of a society that has no time or tolerance for the downtrodden and weak?