Any elderly person, sitting alone, of any race, and crying. That rips me up.
Dead pets along the roadside, with no one there to take the body home and no one stops to even move it. I try real hard not to think that the dog or cat might have been headed home to it’s loved ones and got hit and killed. My pets are not allowed outside unless on a leash.
Little girls crying in the middle of a playground and the other kids ignore them.
The sight of a fine, wild stand of timber where I used to play as a child and had many, many wonderful days full of childish adventures being cleared by bulldozers to put up a gated community.
An abandoned old house that looks like it was once comfortable, full of warmth and love, now broken windowed, yard full of weeds and so achingly empty.
A small church turned into a second hand store.
A toothless, nut brown old man eating a cheap meal by himself in a weary diner wearing worn, old tawdry cloths, his big hands showing the knotted joints of a lifetime of hard work and his old eyes showing disappointment in what the winter of his life has brought.
An abandoned house with furniture scattered about by vandals, the sight of cheap but someone’s worldly goods and among them, a large amount of little girls toys and stuffed animals in bright, bright colors laying among the weeds.
A drunk and confused old lay laying bleeding in the middle of the road, where she fell, traffic passing her by, several people ordering her to get up while standing around her. No one wants to touch her because she might have AIDS. She can’t get up on her own. (I solved the matter. I went and got her up, got her to the side of the road and waited with her while an ambulance came. A nurse from a doctors office came and helped tend her bleeding scratches while we waited. No one else did anything. Not one damn thing. I’ve never forgotten that.)
Spotting a girl from my high school, from over 2 decades ago, who was once beautiful, vivacious, full of life and sexy, who married her high school thug sweet heart. Now divorced, her face and dispirited look tell of the many beatings he gave her and crushed the eagerness and hope she once had.
