Incidental Lives

Just read an article about a person who lives in the ladies room on Victoria. She is 47, has had a really tough life from childhood, is an addict, was abused as a child, had to take care of six of her siblings when she finally got fed up and ran away from home and has lived on the street unless she was doing time in jail for various crimes.

Wow! Incidental indeed. A path taken a life loss to the dark side. She actually had a job, learned a trade but quit after her father died. Why?

Why?

Only God knows what will happen to her.

There for the grace of God, go I, is essentailly what I realized. So many women in her shoes, so many women tossed out at the curb of life. She accepted her life. SHe can't figure out how to get out of the vicious cycle? I don't know. She has a weak character? She never learned that she is such a wonderful human being, who deserves to have a good, and happy life? Is she happy now?

I've been thinking about LK. Wondering where her parents were when she was growing up, to be there to teach her so many things about life. She is a survivor. Otherwise I would not have read about her "Incidental Life". That word bothers me for some reason. As if a chip of wood was cast off from the cutting saw, landing in a heap of saw dust on to the floor, to be swept up and put in the trash. A life only good for the land fill.