Dear Glen Mills Pa.,
30 minutes away from you, a man stands at an intersection addicted and homeless and bearded and bent and smelly and begging for money to fund his addiction to the street level pain killer that will kill his emotional pain. He is haunted by that night his wife and children burned to death when a drunk driver slammed into his car that she was driving. He was at work in his full-time job to be the breadwinner for his treasured family.
Dear Garnet Valley Pa.,
30 minutes away, a woman enters homelessness under a bridge known as "Emerald City." We laugh together about her unusual street name. She goes on one of her first "dates" the next day where she prostitutes herself as her only available income. He rapes her, slices her throat, and leaves her dead 24 hours later.
Dear Radnor Pa.,
30 minutes away a woman is getting into an Uber paid for by her next date. She will soon arrive in your neighborhood and lay in your neighbor's ill-fated marriage bed where she will provide him with the "relief" his marriage no longer does. She will return to Kensington with her income, buy her medicine, and continue in her life of addiction.
Dear Bensalem Pa.,
30 Minutes away, as Natalie Grant Sang "Clean" at the Christian Life Center, the Kensington version of the lady in her song longs for the day when a random guy doesn't see her as a "hole to stick himself in."