I took the elevator down to the ground floor of my building as usual. It shook a few times as it slid down the levels and I began to wonder if it would break down yet again. When I landed at the ground floor I walked past the hardly used noticeboard, but a scrap piece of paper caught my attention and made me walk back to take a closer look. It was a torn envelope and on it in spindly writing with a blue biro someone had written
Shirley Michel (ex unit 28)
yesterday 28/2/18 Continue reading Love thy Neighbour…or maybe just keep away from them.
Photo by Tim Ritchie
“You probably think I’m just another one of those homeless people. Just another bum sleeping on the street.”
This is how my new friend Matt reacted when we were introduced to each other recently. I have passed by many times through the laneway where Matt sleeps to get to the other side of my neighbourhood and we usually nod a hello but had never formally met. Everyone knows Matt. On his good days he is a keeper of the laneway, a concierge and a help to any lost tourist strolling the streets of my neighbourhood. On his not so good days, when he is more disoriented, we notice it and the community struggles with his unhinged behaviour. Continue reading Just another homeless person