Crazy on the Red Line

Well, as you all know the red line is a little ghetto to say the least. I usually have to ride from Harrison to Grand so it's not to bad. I was getting on the red line last monday night when this crazy lady followed me on and started ranting and raving about life and whatever other mumbo jumbo she was spewing out.  Just for the sake of things I am going to call her Mary.

Mary is 45 years old, a heavy smoker(at least the butts she finds on the ground) and she drinks anything she can put her hands on.  Mary hasn't always been like this though. She was 20 years old, a graduate from Northwestern looking to enter Law School when tragedy struck her. She became ill, couldn't work, and bills just kept piling up. You see, Mary lived paycheck to paycheck and like most of us she was one payday away from being homeless all of the time. Her illness unfortunately left her homeless because she was evicted since she couldn't work to pay her rent.

Sad but true many people we see that are homeless may be like this and I often wonder what back ground they really came from. Just a thought...