On the Edge

October 12, 2008

He looked familiar. Not his rumpled clothes. Or red blotches mottling his face. The man on the sidewalk reminded me of a close friend’s older brother. So striking was the resemblance that he could have been a down-trodden other brother.

The guy looked done in, as if he’d recently had but lost the financial wherewithal to take care of himself. The world I inhabit appeared to have fallen away, leaving him not yet a street person but auditioning for the role.

Was this stranger a harbinger for those of us living comfortable lives? With the economic news growing more dire and predictions of calamity gaining credence, are we getting pushed to the edge he’s toppled over?

As we passed each other, I was happy our eyes didn’t meet.