Last week me and my fiancee were sitting at a hamburger kiosk when a local homeless guy came up. This man has been homeless for a good 20ish yrs now and nobody knows where he came from, he has no family that anyone knows of, and is mute so he can't communicate. I see him in the market area quite a bit.....he collects recyclable trash he can sell for a few pesos, and eats scrap food that people throw away. He is not all there in the head....I'm not sure if he was born that way or if it was from an accident, he has some pretty bad scars, with several being on his head. His only belongings that we know of are the tattered shorts he wears, an empty rice sack, and woven basket for carrying things he finds. No shoes, no shirt, nothing else. The vast majority of the population flat out ignores him....hes like a ghost walking through society with nobody offering any recognition.
He is not in this situation from drugs, alcohol, or laziness. He can't afford the former, and he does try to work by collecting garbage to sell. He is not a career beggar, in fact he almost never asks for anything....he just waits to see if you leave a little Mt. Dew in the bottom of your bottle he can drink, or if you throw away a piece of hamburger bun he can eat.
Well we were sitting at the hamburger place (we of course bought him dinner) and we were asking the cook if she has ever heard him talk. Her response was "No, but I've heard him cry. Sometimes he collects scrap for days then the garbage men take his bag, throw it away, and he cries." That might have been the most pitiful thing I had ever heard. I felt physically ill after she said that.
I'm not sure why I'm sharing this....I guess to put things in perspective. I have a phrase I've said since my teen years when I find myself complaining "well at least I don't have leprosy..." Half joking/half serious statement that even though I'm having problems, life could be much, much worse. I think this situation will probably come to mind for the rest of my life when I'm feeling put upon.
He is not in this situation from drugs, alcohol, or laziness. He can't afford the former, and he does try to work by collecting garbage to sell. He is not a career beggar, in fact he almost never asks for anything....he just waits to see if you leave a little Mt. Dew in the bottom of your bottle he can drink, or if you throw away a piece of hamburger bun he can eat.
Well we were sitting at the hamburger place (we of course bought him dinner) and we were asking the cook if she has ever heard him talk. Her response was "No, but I've heard him cry. Sometimes he collects scrap for days then the garbage men take his bag, throw it away, and he cries." That might have been the most pitiful thing I had ever heard. I felt physically ill after she said that.
I'm not sure why I'm sharing this....I guess to put things in perspective. I have a phrase I've said since my teen years when I find myself complaining "well at least I don't have leprosy..." Half joking/half serious statement that even though I'm having problems, life could be much, much worse. I think this situation will probably come to mind for the rest of my life when I'm feeling put upon.