This morning, there was a hit and run a couple blocks away from my school. The traffic it caused was horrible, making me 10 minutes late to my first class--and I was lucky. Some kids didn't get to school 'til fourth period. When I did arrive to school, some of my classmates were having a descussion about the accident.
Apparently, someone hit a homeless man with their car, and didn't stop to check if the guy was okay. The man died. My classmates were desensitized enough to call him a 'Hobo.'
Now, this got me upset. Here was a man, a human being, without insurance, without money, without a home. I later found out that he was quite young, perhaps about 24 years of age. He was only 8 years older than me, six years older than a senior at my high school. And my classmates had the audacity to call him a hobo.
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