let me hold your hand

Sometimes all you have to do is sit down and talk to the people you think you’re better than to realize, we’re all humans, and we all put our pants on one leg at a time (well at least the masses who wear pants eh). People begging and sleeping on the side of the road while you go home to yours, what went wrong, why are they homeless?
Today, someone sat down with me and told me why he was homeless, I guess every individual longs for that listening ear. He’d been living in states for nearly 20 years, married twice with 4 children in total, he owned properties, nice cars and had nice things, as far as him and the public knew he was living the American dream, as he said this to me he smiled, I could tell he was remembering good times, his eyes smiled too, and I felt like I wanted to cry (either that, or I wanted to sneeze I was around alotta dust, you get me). His downfall started when he vacationed to Jamaica a little over 15 years ago with his family, they were staying in Ochi Rios but like many men who have fallen before him (bad company, or women) he got caught up with the wrong group a man, he said he was trying to bring marijuana back to the states, I suppose to sell it to a dealer, it was a deal that he thought he was privileged to be apart of. He allowed these men to convince him and pack his suitcase in a way where the weed wouldn’t be found, remember this was 15 years ago before 9\11 before immigration got rude and lots things got put in place. According to him his wife and kids left 3 days before him because, his wife didn’t trust what was going on, he said he made it onto the plane alright and right before the plane was about to “take off” 2 white security like men came onto the plane made an announcement and apologized for the delay. He described a feeling in his stomach similar to someone kicking him hard and fast in the stomach, the man asked the flight attendant a question and she pointed down the isle, he said he felt like she pointed directly at him. They escorted him off the plane showed him his suitcase and when they opened it there was the 9 pounds of weed, the other guys went through clear and only he got caught.
Next thing he knows is he’s doing time in prison and lost all contact to his wife, she never visited or so much as write him a letter. After prison there isn’t much life left for a man who has no family and nothing to go back to especially when everything that you’ve worked hard for is in a country that you got deported from.
His story made me think, that the mighty sometimes fall, and the small sometimes rise up.

Xoxox Lauren Alexander, I’m just like you.