I know that I have worn my soul to rags and fretted my spirit to desolation, endeavoring to keep some slight track of the hurrying intellectual world about me, and I begin to know that it is a mistake. Beauty is with us always in spite of all the pedants. Beauty is sure, even in its infinite fleetingness and intangibility.
I am in awe of my own conformity. My own complacency. My avoidance of charity and awareness. I had heard/read this story about two months ago. I chose to not write about it. I consciously understood that by not bringing to the attention of greater minds…my readers, I would be deceiving my own true beliefs.
True belief in the idea that…I should not wait until an accident happens…before I put my own personal stop sign up.
I frequent this particular area, of Concord, from time to time, with my dogs. Usually it is to let the dogs out, off leash, and, allow them and the Soup Kitchen attendees, to meet.
Many of the homeless once owned animals…and, as is typically the case, have had to surrender them or give them up, due to lack of funds.
What bothered me about my lack of forthcoming…my need to please?
I knew down deep in my heart that whether my writing about this absurd tragedy…would increase knowledge and perhaps, change…I also toyed with the idea that perhaps, the article would not be readable or pleasing to the eye.
Shame on me.
Everyday, for several days, this story has entered my morning meditation. Yet, I sat and let it go. Why is it, as humans, do we sit and let…wrong, immoral, acts go?
I’ve researched, current day, if a deal has been struck in relation to this man.
This man who whether good or bad; has he received any posthumous acknowledgement. I’ve yet to come up with anything permanent. Vague small articles have been written. Nothing much physical done!
I did not know this man who passed. Whatever his history, it should not matter. At the time of the incident, he had been an innocent man.
‘After all, there are two aspects of ignorance, one of peace as well as, one of torment. I have always sought the first; but the tantalizing Goddess persists in showing me the second.’
Homeless Man Struck on I-393 Passes Away
Gene Parker, 62, was hit on Jan. 28, while trying to navigate his wheelchair on the Interstate due to snow blocking the sidewalks.
During the past few days, many in the homeless community and their advocates have been angered that the sidewalk– the shortest route between The Friendly Kitchen and North Main Street – has not been cleared. The night after the accident, numerous people grabbed shovels and began clearing the sidewalk themselves, according to a post on Facebook. The city, however, maintains that it is an Interstate highway system and should not be used by pedestrians even though there is a sidewalk there. The agreement with the city, as part of the site plan review, also states that the soup kitchen would work with the state to make sure the sidewalks were cleared.