March #SOL15 Day 6
I got into my nice warm car that was housed by a super warm garage this morning to drive to work.
I pulled out of my garage into a beautiful city neighborhood adorned by beautiful trees, homes and condo buildings.
I drove along the street and saw people walking their socked and sweatered dogs. They were holding the ever-present plastic bag to pick up dog droppings. They shivered and pulled their hats down to cover their ears. They wrapped their scarves a little tighter as they stood waiting for their dog to “do his business.”
I turned the radio on. The temperature hit zero this morning at 4:30. Dangerous cold. “Stay warm”, the weather lady said.
I turn the channel. My favorite song came on so I turned it up and sang along.
I put my sun glasses on to block the big, bright sun coming through my windshield.
I approached the big convention center that is three minutes from my home. It’s quiet. No conventions this week.
I round the bend, getting close to the expressway entrance and I can’t believe what I see. There is a man with lots of layers of coats on laying on the sidewalk on his back. Not moving. Five feet from the door of the big convention center. Not moving.
I turn the car around.
There he is. Still. Lifeless.
I get my thoughts together. Yes, it’s the west building, the furthest south. I should call 911.
I drive and slowly get back to where I first saw the man. As I do so a security man from the big convention center is running to him. He kneels down beside him and lifts the scarf from his face.
I keep driving.
I pray for the man.