Par Father John Walsh le 19 octobre 2012
The majority of people in Montreal, and elsewhere, pass a homeless person on the street and they are unable to go beyond what their eyes see. The very presence of a homeless person on the same street where people have their daily route to work disturbs some people; others, walk on as if they do not exist.
The homeless are no different from you and me. No different. They laugh, they cry, they feel pain and they are struggling to make sense of their lives. Each of us hasn’t a story to tell, we have a history to recount. It begins with birth and ends with death. History unfolds in one’s upbringing, one’s childhood, youth, adolescence and adulthood. The road less travelled is that of the homeless people.
