How to Save a Life

I was recently observing the world and came upon a story of hope. The place of where I stumbled upon this is not relevant. The time that the story was told does not matter. The person whom I delegated my ears too is an invisible being for this sake.

It was about HOPE and more specifically about a BUM. For reasons of being politically correct we will say HOMELESS PERSON. Now this poetic justice is a story of not only hope but also the goodness in all of the creatures of the world. In this story there is a boy whom is lost and lets just say it: TOTALLY FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL BELIEF. This boy is 27 years old and had been drinking for 48 hours straight. He had lost his friends, had no money, no cell phone (no beeper), and was at a point in his binge where he could not fathom the thought of moving his body parts any longer. This boy became immovable at a park bench in front of a police station and well PASSED THE FUCK OUT. It was than that hope came in the body of a BUM. A homeless man. A man who possibly had seen it all. A man who could have been your grandfather. A man who may at one time been your boss or even been a man who gave birth to you at any given time. Tonight this man was a BUM and with him was HOPE. He assisted this boy with accumulated data of "you need to move from this spot or the cops will arrest you." Good advice indeed. This bum whom we will name Charlie Bumgardener also offered this boy food. Maybe not a 7 courser, but a cold piece of chicken breast. A cold piece of chicken breast that at the time saved a boys life. This night was not about quantity but instead quality. OF LIFE. Yes readers, a BUM saved a boys life. And a BUM may save your life one day. Be good to BUMS and always know WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE.