I do some volunteer work for the Red Cross, delivering injury prevention training for newcomers to Canada. Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours delivering flyers house to house to advertise
an event we are putting on at a local community centre, which is located in a very troubled neighbourhood... houses and businesses boarded up, houses neglected and falling apart, yards full of junk and garbage, fences around everyone's yards with locks
on their gates, one sign in a window with pictures of guns saying "There's nothing in this house worth losing your life over!", and a girl sitting on a stoop, a bit beaten up and bloodied, crying and swearing and being consoled by a friend.
Just before finishing, I ran into a woman while walking down the sidewalk and let her know about the event
and handed her the flyer. She was obviously affected by a challenging life... a hemophiliac affected by hepatitis that got into the Canadian blood transfusion system... and a life (and brain) obviously affected by years of drug or alcohol abuse, including
being under some influence in that moment.