Jesus falls under the cross.
Under the I-5 viaduct at James Street.
Sleeping "under the bridge" is the introduction to homelessness for many people usually men.
Some of the men who come here have lived on the edge of survival for many years, on seasonal work or minimum wage jobs, until illness or a car breakdown tipped them over. Eventually they'll save enough money to get back into a cheap apartment or hotel until the next emergency.
Others are numbed by shock. Only recently they had houses of their own, professional jobs, perhaps families. A corporate disaster, a personal tragedy, divorce, accident something happened to tip them over their own margin of survival, as effectively as those with a thinner margin.
Some are alcoholics, drug addicts, wanderers in a limbo of mental illness, numbed to the miseries of a molding mat under the bridge. Some are still seeking entry into treatment programs. The budget is small; strict requirements and long waiting lists are huge obstacles; only a few will get into rehab before they, too, become resigned to this existence.
The human spirit triumphs even here, even among those who remain here. A Christmas wreath decorates one concrete wall.
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