D for Distressed
I was riding the city bus into downtown today with my friend Heather, when a handicapped man in a wheel chair got onto the bus. After the bus driver had finished strapping the man's chair down, she inquired about the bus fare, a mere 75 cents for elderly/handicapped, to which the man replied "I have no money, I was robbed last night."
Some people might say that the man was just lying so as to not pay the money, but I was there, and I heard the pain in his voice, and I was indignant. I don't understand what makes people feel that they must prey on the disabled and elderly, the very people of the society that are the most helpless. It brings my blood to a boil to think that most of the people who do these heinous acts are probably sporting cell phones, $25,000 cars and have a secure job, most of which the handicapped can't claim for themselves.
When will this shit stop?
Some people might say that the man was just lying so as to not pay the money, but I was there, and I heard the pain in his voice, and I was indignant. I don't understand what makes people feel that they must prey on the disabled and elderly, the very people of the society that are the most helpless. It brings my blood to a boil to think that most of the people who do these heinous acts are probably sporting cell phones, $25,000 cars and have a secure job, most of which the handicapped can't claim for themselves.
When will this shit stop?