Some people…

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every
now
and
then
we
meet
people
who
look
deserted
worn
empty
and
faded

no
matter
what
we
do
we
can’t
seem
to
see
them
as
whole
the
way
they
must
have
been
at
one
time

something
was
taken
from
them
or
they
gave
too
much
away

maybe
they
were
broken
by
life
itself
or
wired
incorrectly
and
simply
unable
to
cope

all
I
know
is
that
when
we
look
into
their
eyes

the
landscape
is
unrecognizable

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12 Responses to Some people…

  1. Beautifully sad, dear Gigi. ❤

  2. About 50 years ago I worked as a nurse’s aide on weekends, summers and holiday while working my way through the university. My assignment was the floor with the elderly patients who suffered from dementia or mental illnesses. Your writing illustrates perfectly how I felt when I looked into their faces. No one ever visited them. At Christmas, I used part of my salary to buy each person a Christmas gift. I worked there for at least four years…then I couldn’t anymore…I took their faces and person home with me and into my dreams. It is sad to be forgotten while we still live.

    • So difficult. Congratulations on staying as long as you did. Only certain people can work with people in that condition. You’re one of those special people. Heartbreaking.

  3. Resa says:

    Yeah, so, I live at the end of Queen St. From the corner on, it becomes The Queensway… a hi-way (not a freeway) There is the mental health center (CAMH) 2 miles back on Queen. There are many half way houses between there and here. Some of the people walk along Queen to freedom, but when they hit the corner, they don’t know what to do. So, they take up residence outside the corner restaurant, or on my doorway, etc. Eventually they are taken away, cleaned up more regularly than our trash. Unfortunately, they have no toilets, and McDonalds and the other places don’t let them in, so they pee on my doorstep, in broad daylight, and my home is at a streetcar stop.
    A few times I confronted the person peeing, and they became violent. The police said that I should not do that.
    Mental health is a social issue. If I had never lived here, I would never have understood that.

    • How awful. I can certainly understand the danger of confronting mentally ill people. But what are you supposed to do? The police should have something set up for situations like that. Health codes, at the very least. I can’t believe that you have to put up with that kind of behavior. I’m so sorry. I know you love your place and the all the music. It sounds so wonderful and then you have that mess. Sometimes I think we are never allowed to just have peace and quiet. Unbelievable.

      • Resa says:

        Yeah, I take the good with the bad. Ugly is a guy across the street! LOL!
        It is a bit of an urban wild west around here. That’s partly why there’s so much street art.

      • That’s the price you pay to live in a creative spot. I’m just surprised the health department doesn’t step in. But it’s probably like that in certain parts of Chicago as well. The good with the bad, as you said.

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