It was a dreadful looking place. Garbage was thrown about everywhere and mice ran around searching for food. The walls were peeling, the steps cracked and the windows barred. Inside of the dwelling, lived single men, women and entire families. Through the hallway was a stench of cigarette smoke and marijuana.
It was a cold night. There was a man on the stairs.
He wore old, torn clothing that was covered in the stains of the week. His uncombed hair could be seen sticking out from under his hood. His front teeth were missing and his facial hair was thick and unkempt. He was alone and waiting.
Waiting on no one.
His demeanor was tough, but his eyes revealed that of a scared and lonely boy. He spoke of how he had lived many lives throughout his years. He mentioned how he was a loner and cared about no one. People were only a nuisance to him, but the boy within was crying out for a friend; for love.
He spoke of how he stood there that night as a teenaged boy, having no cares for tomorrow and no hopes for the future. He was 45. His teenage years had long passed, yet his life remained on hold.
He was alone, and waiting. Waiting to die.
Times have changed. It used to be that parents wanted their children to have greater success than they themselves had. No matter if they were living at poverty level or upper class, children were taught that they could always do better. Now days, more and more people are telling their children, “This is the hand life deals you, so live with it.” They give their children no hope for the future.
This man has lived 45 years of his life believing that he has been dealt a lousy hand and that there is nothing he can do to change it. That is his life. That is all he knows. No one has ever taught him any different. So he wakes up day after day, to wait.
We don’t have to wait to die. We can live. There is no limit to what we can do.