Tommy, my neighbor, is in jail because he slept in an ATM lobby, where he was simply seeking shelter from a storm. I’m angry. How can this be just?
Tommy is a fixture on the street. He’s the guy who knows everyone and is always willing to talk as long as you want. I’ve occasionally taken a breather to chat on the way home from the market. Tommy was actually the first person I met when I moved to Central Square in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He has taught me to live more openly, honestly, and generously; he opened a door for me to experience life in a new way. I’ve known Tommy now for less than a year but see him just about every other day. It’ll be fourteen months before I see Tommy again. I pray that as bad as jail may be that he also finds a new path and the help he needs to experience life in a new way.