Thursday, September 3, 2015

Helping the Homeless - a lesson learned

He was so courteous and seemed so needy! The "prescription" he held in his hand added to his plea which began, "I'm just out of the hospital:…!"   But I was in a hurry to enter Brookville Market so I replied, "I'm sorry but….!" I was in the market only long enough to feel the pangs of guilt. Thus as I left the store I felt compelled to hear his story. He stated that he had been hospitalized for attempted suicide, that the prescriptions for Clonszepan and Zoloft were $30 each and that it would take a few days for Medicaid to provide payment. Since I was somewhat acquainted with both drugs and depression it all seems so logical, and I pulled out my wallet to help. Yet his statement of the cost of the medicines made me somewhat suspicious so I invited him to go to the nearby CVS to see about getting the prescription filled for him. He stated, however, the prescription had to be filled at Walgreen's and so we turned to go to the nearby Walgreen's and I asked to see the prescription. With this he turned with an abrupt, "Oh forget it!"

I'd promised that my last blog before traveling for a month would be about, WHY AN AGNOSTIC ATHEIST ATTENDS TWO CHURCHES, but distractions like this get in the way. I promise to return to more intellectual ranting and raving when I return in October. I hope you'll check it out.