This word always brings an image (to many) of ugly women with too much exposure on street corners. But ever thought of the human side of it?
I'm aware the following post wont draw much responses but, but one thing I'm sure of is that this story I wont ever forget.
Yesterday night, going home from college I wait for the SkyTrain. A young girl of early 20s I suppose walks up to me and asks me to spare her some change in exchange of a *&*^ &^% . I refuse her offer but still give her something and she bursts into tears. I'm dumbfounded not knowing what to do.
She sobs and says she hasnt eaten nothing in
she cant recall how many days and she doesnt know where her child is and says that she is absolutely fed up and tired of selling herself all the time for moeny and wishes that she could just somehow die. But then she says she cant die becuz of her child and then she says she doesnt know what to do. A woman whose only crime I suppose is that she doesnt have the basic necessaties of life. and she doesnt have anyone to talk to about her worries and troubles. All this time she was crying like a six year old, only she isnt six and knows that no grown up would come to her aid this time. Infact she keeps away from grown ups, only goes to them in desperate need forced by hunger and solitude.
The train arrives and I get on it. Wishing in hell I could do something, but I know I'm a selfish old ******* and all I can do sit and watch knowing the horrific crimes and injustices in the in progress. I turn my eyes away from hers and put on my stereo so as to diminish the sound of her sobs in my mind. I cant tell you how empty I feel after last night.
Thanx for being a great audience.
[This message has been edited by kashmirigirl (edited October 06, 1999).]
I'm aware the following post wont draw much responses but, but one thing I'm sure of is that this story I wont ever forget.
Yesterday night, going home from college I wait for the SkyTrain. A young girl of early 20s I suppose walks up to me and asks me to spare her some change in exchange of a *&*^ &^% . I refuse her offer but still give her something and she bursts into tears. I'm dumbfounded not knowing what to do.
She sobs and says she hasnt eaten nothing in
she cant recall how many days and she doesnt know where her child is and says that she is absolutely fed up and tired of selling herself all the time for moeny and wishes that she could just somehow die. But then she says she cant die becuz of her child and then she says she doesnt know what to do. A woman whose only crime I suppose is that she doesnt have the basic necessaties of life. and she doesnt have anyone to talk to about her worries and troubles. All this time she was crying like a six year old, only she isnt six and knows that no grown up would come to her aid this time. Infact she keeps away from grown ups, only goes to them in desperate need forced by hunger and solitude.
The train arrives and I get on it. Wishing in hell I could do something, but I know I'm a selfish old ******* and all I can do sit and watch knowing the horrific crimes and injustices in the in progress. I turn my eyes away from hers and put on my stereo so as to diminish the sound of her sobs in my mind. I cant tell you how empty I feel after last night.
Thanx for being a great audience.
[This message has been edited by kashmirigirl (edited October 06, 1999).]
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