I knew one of those homeless people that somewhat chose that life in Seattle. His name was Terry. We saw him frequently and would invite him to gatherings. Always a perfect gentleman.
He went through kind of a nasty divorce in his 40s and then about when he turned 50, his work van got stolen, which contained all of the tools of his livelihood. He told us that he decided he just wouldn’t play the game anymore. It was sort of a conscious renunciation as his only defense against total despair. This man was so sane it breaks my heart to remember him.
He had no people. A few years later we received a call from the county coroner, my girlfriends phone number was the only contact info he had on him, he still had the paper she had written it on for him. He had died on a rail embankment he walked to get to his encampment.
meyotch@slrpnk.net 1 year ago
I knew one of those homeless people that somewhat chose that life in Seattle. His name was Terry. We saw him frequently and would invite him to gatherings. Always a perfect gentleman.
He went through kind of a nasty divorce in his 40s and then about when he turned 50, his work van got stolen, which contained all of the tools of his livelihood. He told us that he decided he just wouldn’t play the game anymore. It was sort of a conscious renunciation as his only defense against total despair. This man was so sane it breaks my heart to remember him.
He had no people. A few years later we received a call from the county coroner, my girlfriends phone number was the only contact info he had on him, he still had the paper she had written it on for him. He had died on a rail embankment he walked to get to his encampment.
Terry always kept it real.
DeceasedPassenger@lemmy.world 1 year ago
Rest in peace, Terry. That type of person is always the most interesting to be around. The best conversations I’ve ever had have all been outdoors.