I saw him in the dust filled room sawing at the dry wall, his unmasked face and body caked in white dust. I thought “ my God” this man is barely alive. I wondered how anyone could disregard their health so much. I thought surely I am watching a man commit suicide. Only his death was not all at once but over time. Then he passed me in the hall way and looked at me for a moment with vacant eyes, I saw the white dust filling his nostrils. Certainly this man was aware that he was killing himself. It was in a way frightening, to be so close to a human state that has completely given up. I adjusted my mask, and moved on.
Courage to Think