He sits there all day, with a shopping trolley that holds all his worldly belongings. It was Thanksgiving day yesterday and I wondered where his family was? I wondered what made him give up on life? What made him stop fighting to live?
What was different in his and my destiny that gave me a chance to sit with my children and enjoy a great thanksgiving dinner while he sat alone on a wet and cold evening?
Every time my children told me that I am not being fair, I always told them life isn’t fair, though I never realised how unfair life really is.
Yesterday, as I parked the car, I looked for the man, his trolley was still there and I knew he was there huddled beneath the tarp that protects him from the rain…In the end, he and I will still inherit out share of 6 sq feet…but while I wait to get mine, he sits there to remind me that I had a better stroke of luck and that I should count every bit of my blessings.