Excuse Me, Are You Dead?

Yesterday my friend and her daughter and I walked by a homeless man. There are lots of homeless people here but this one was different. He was slumped on the ground on the side of a building with a blue plastic bag wrapped tightly around his face and head. We kept walking, and crossed the street. My friend called 911 and we saw firemen come, poke at the guy, take the bag off, help him stand up, etc. We saw the ambulance coming up the street. I guess I had a bad look on my face, because my friend's daughter kept asking me what the matter was. How do you answer that to a two year old? So I told her to ask me when she was older.

The homeless man did not get to die yesterday. It must be an absolutely exhausting life to be homeless. I feel bad for him that his life sucks so much that he wanted to die. I felt jealous when I thought he was dead, and sorry for him that he didn't get to die.