Jory
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What scare me is the idea the I most likely will die alone
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But it made me feel both good and very sad.
Because one day I could be him.

I know that as a gay man... that could very well eventually be me in 40 years. No children, no support system, no family to look after me.
Thank you Jasun, for sharing that vignette with us. You touched on some very important thoughts. I know how rewarding a feeling it is when I take time to do some simple thing that costs me little, but may save someone else's sanity.I was pulling out of the parking lot at the Pleasure Chest today and while I was waiting for a space to pull into traffic, there was a quiet knock on my window.
A very old man stood there and said something. I couldn't hear. I turned off my radio and rolled down my window.
In a very thick Russian Jewish accent he asked if I could give him a ride to Fairfax. For those who don't know the area, that's about half a mile. A short walk along a rather nice city street. Not too busy and lots of Russian Jewish Mom and Pop stores along what we call "the barrel of the gun" neighbourhood in West Hollywood.
I paused for just a moment before I said "yes."
I opened the door and saw that he was walking with a cane. He very slowly and carefully got into the car. In very broken English he said the equivalent of, " Sorry. Thankyou. Been walking as long as I could and I can't go any further. I broke my back late last year."
I pulled into traffic and started to drive. It was rush hour and it took about 5 minutes.
I know that as a gay man... that could very well eventually be me in 40 years. No children, no support system, no family to look after me. Being reduced to asking someone I don't know for a ride because I just can't bring myself to walk another half a mile. And let's face it... he's a Russian Jewish man. I look like a Nazi skin head to many men his age. I'm sure I'm the last one he wanted to ask for help.
It was on my way. It didn't take me any more time than the couple minutes it took to allow him to get into and back out of the car.
But it made me feel both good and very sad.
Because one day I could be him.




