When you walk out that front door there aren’t that many people out there that think you are special.
Not many of them know your mom is in hospice care or your dad broke his hip. They don’t know that you have a son mixed up with drugs or a daughter on the autistic spectrum.
I can here my dad yell out as I walk out the door, “Son, the world doesn’t give two shits for John Shepley.”
Almost everyone who crosses my path on this last Thursday of May has an issue weighing them down.
My job, OUR job is to help them carry that weight…. approach everyone with care and understanding.
Life is definitely not fair, but like Joe Walsh once said, “life’s been good to me so far!”
As the country mourns the murders of school children in Texas…
Chicago is saddened by the story of Joe Kromelis. He is known as “The Walking Man.”
Earlier this week an assclown poured a flammable liquid on Joe while he slept on the sidewalk on Lower Wabash.
Third degree burns on 70% of his body. He’s in critical condition up at Northwestern.
Life wasn’t fair to Joe, but he made the best of it. For many years he walked up and down the streets in the Loop. He became a fixture in many Chicagoan’s weekly routine.
Many people thought the Walking Man was a special person. He’s dying in a hospital bed… that sucks!
