five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
public transportation can be depressing
This morning, I remembered why I like to have a book with me when I ride the bus.
The man in front of me was talking to a woman across the aisle, someone he obviously knew, and his voice was filled with disappointment and heartache as he told her about showing up on Monday to a new job only to have them say that they'd left him a message over the weekend to tell him the job offer had been withdrawn. His dogs are losing their foster care today. He's sick. And she? She has a job, talked about having job training at the courthouse or the county building or something, and she's still homeless, and needs help paying for her depression meds.
I'm thankful for what I have, feel so badly for those who don't have. And you know, I'd love W. and his rich cronies to spend one day riding the bus in this town,
any town, because I don't think any of them truly know how bad it is right now.
is
this just not enough…?
