Haunting Black and White Portraits of Homeless People by Lee Jeffries
I wasn’t always this way. I used to mean something; I was somebody once. A top executive, a CEO. I had wealth beyond imagination and life of luxury. I used to pass people sleeping on the streets or asking for spare change and I would think to myself, “How pathetic, get a job. Hell do anything just get out of my way.” Everyday I’d pass starving individuals, often families with young children and I would just walk on. “Not my problem to take care of the lazy.” I would think. Little did I know that in due time I would become one of these sad souls.
See my company lost everything, ran into the ground thanks to zealous overspending and poor investments. When the company collapsed so did my life. I realized that no one really wanted to associate with an asshole like myself unless I had money. What a shock to realize that everyone in my life, my wife and children included, only stayed with me because of my wealth.
The life I live now leaves me questioning; Why me? The answer is obvious, the horrors and torture I face daily are atonement for all my past transgressions. I know not if this is the work of God, should he exist, or if it is a simple as karma finally catching me. I fear that this hell I live in is truly just limbo and that something far worse awaits me.