She opened her wallet and pulled out a small tattered photo of a young child. “This is my little girl,” she said. “Do you think you could take a photo of this photo, and then have it enlarged? It’s her birthday next week and I want to send it to her.”
You see, “T” (her street name) had lost custody of her child two years ago and was in the process of trying to get her back. “Sure, not a problem” I said. I took the shot and we walked down to Walgreens to have it printed into an 8 X 10. That was about five weeks ago. I haven’t seen T since then. The word up and down State Street today was that… T passed away last night. She was 22 years old… died from pneumonia…
She was a smart girl with natural business skills. Now, just another nameless, faceless casualty.
