How I Left a Man To Die On The Street

And why I’ll never do that again

Image by Free-Photos on Pixabay

I have a story. I struggled with sharing this on a Facebook Live. Do I or don’t I? I mean, really, who wants to hear about dead guys laying on a street, right? Probably not many. But you do, ’cause you’re here and I thank you for that and I hope you share my story.

By the way, I never did do the Live.

I love to help people as much as I can. This one time I didn’t, and I should have, and the pain and grief I suffered afterwards tore me up for months after.

Life in a small town

For those of you who know, I live in a smallish town in Guatemala. Poverty is high. Domestic abuse, single family homes and alcoholism are also pretty high.

You’re probably wondering why I would live in a place such as this then. It’s also very beautiful and almost magical. Anyway…

So here, the drunks are usually staggering along some of the streets like a bad version of The Walking Dead, or passed out cold on the sidewalks. More often than not, they’re passed out. On any given day, as I walk to town, I can easily pass 3, out cold, on the side of the street. That number has been as high as 6 but as low as zero. Yup, some days, the streets are free of passed out drunks. Rarely, but it…