She gasped and said a man had fallen and I saw him there, a dark bundle on the street.
He could not get up. His face was smashed and glasses tossed shattered. He told me his name and said I think I need to go to the hospital man and I agreed with him.
I called the police and soon there were sirens swirling lights in the dark. And so I left him.
I wonder if he’ll make it. He didn’t seem the kind to have insurance or much of anything else. What would be granted him in these unholy greedy times?
But still I could not ignore that I called for help and it came. There are many sins and I do not commit them. But for me to only see the sadness would be one.
The police officer knelt beside him, took the man’s shirt that someone had fallen off and rolled it up. Lifted the man’s head and then set it back down on this makeshift pillow.