People rarely stare. They just walk on. Occasionally there will be a purpose for haste but for the most part it is the denial of affirmation that a man will wander head high. If you stand straight, look ahead and walk with vigour then the gentleman may decide not to bother you. Although it is with optimism that I assume people even notice in the first place. Most have become so used to walking past the homeless gentleman perching on the side of the bank that little matters.
Shouldn’t it be disgusting that the wealth within the vaults of the bank could change this man’s life and bring him closer to something known as eudemonia? I suppose it doesn’t matter. We can slip our credit cards into the chip and pin device, drain our finances in order to step closer to our own personal eudemonia. Carry our bags past the spot where the homeless gentlemen sits, little knowing that the material weight should instead be a weight on our moral conscience.
Each man should use life to further ourselves but do we ever consider the gentleman to instead be a victim of the cards life dealt. He could have shot himself with smack, drank until he couldn’t stand or commit a deed upon another so vicious to render him without a home. Alternatively he could have lost his job, woken without a pay check and found himself without hope. Strange how those who don’t have a home must be broken in some way, whereas the gluttonous banker can live a life of affirmation, financial security and selfishness.
Days pass, weeks roll on and that homeless gentleman clenches his empty soup cup waiting for coins to find that next meal. Only a handful of people care but for the most part the gentleman’s gaze duly looks through a forest of different designer trousers and shoes.
The reason for this article?
That homeless gentleman from Cheltenham died.
The worst part?
At first I didn’t notice.
The soup cup is still there along with a single card of loving comments and a few flowers. Only a few people bother to look but most walk past as if the gentleman was still alive. That poor gentleman, the shameless public. The repudiation of a gentleman.