I’ve never been a fan of labels… especially the really judgy ones.
“He’s a crackhead” or “She’s an alchy”, for example, are in my top three, but “Well, they make poor life choices…” is right up there, topping the charts for me. .. especially if we break that sentence down; like with this picture here.
This alleyway is someone’s bed tonight.
If I’m really, truly, brutally honest, it’s actually his house – minus an actual bed to sleep in of course…
I guess we’d call that “poor.”
Not much of a “life” though is it really?,…Out there in the freezing cold, seven days a week… more of an existence really, wouldn’t you say?
So, let’s look at “choices” then shall we?…Or , more accurately, his lack of them. Which is probably why he sleeps under a bridge every night…
“Poor”
“Life”
“Choices”
Feels a little different if we look at it like that now, eh?…
Thank you so much Denise for succintly and powerfully telling it like it is (not only, but especially, in the light of the recent comments and proposals by the Home Secretary)
Thank you so much for reading. I’d actually written this piece a couple of days before SB made her announcement, so the timing was perfect to get it published to Groundswell.
I took two photos of the alleyway, 24 hours apart…both stark, both “lonely”…both documenting one man’s life, alone under a bridge…or as SB would imply “someone having a nice little holiday”…