a few weeks ago i was out getting my morning cup of coffee when a homeless woman collapsed in my path. i asked if she was ok, but she clearly wasn't. she was having some sort of seizure - shaking, moaning and drooling. i stayed with her until the ambulance came, trying to keep her conscious and talking - but i don't think she even realized i was there. the paramedics whisked her away, and i continued on, somewhat unsettled. all of this happened in a matter of minutes.

i've since wondered what had happened to her. how sick was she? did she die? if she died, was i the last face she saw? was she a drug addict? if she lived, was she able to get some help - to get off the street? did she want to get off the street?

i saw her again today, back in her spot by the post office. her cart was full and her hair was in a fully picked out afro. as with so many things, i'm at a loss.