Getting By by Kaze Gadway
“This is not my best day,” a man bent over a grocery cart that has all his possessions.
“When were your best days?” I ask. He looks like a strong wind will blow him over. He is thin but has a warm looking jacket.
“I want to say High School right before I graduated but one of my teachers told me that all I did in school was to get by, just coast by the real stuff. I was mad because I was so proud that I was walking with my class and she put me down. But she was right. I got a job dishwashing because a friend told me about it. I always thought I could do better but I never put myself out so I kept working until they let me go when jobs got tight. I never got another job. It just seemed to take too much effort.”
“So, what did you do?” I ask.
“I lived off friends until they kicked me out and I ended up here,” he says. “Probably this is the best time of my life because I am finally getting my act together. If I don’t plan where to eat then I don’t eat. If I don’t find a camp then I end up sleeping where I get beaten up. It may not seem like it but I am taking charge of me. I am even looking for a job to get me out of here. It’s funny the way things happen, isn’t it?”
I agree with him and think back of my youth when I did whatever came by because that was easier than planning. I wonder how many people I meet on the street are looking for a way to get their act together.