Setting Prisoners Free

They stood together in their particular spots day after day, not having much to do, not able to do much, as they both were suffering and struggling with chronic illnesses.  They lay together on loading docks and their other particular spots night after night, trying to stay warm and dry and safe, trying to contend with their confusion and pain.  They ate together in soup kitchens that adhered to the shelter’s or church’s schedules, not theirs, eating meals that filled their empty stomachs and were satisfying but weren’t the healthiest for their particular needs. They sat together in bus shelters, resting their weary bodies day after day, rarely taking a bus, but always confused by the times and dates because they all seemed to blend into one long continuous moment.  They lived together day after day, missing vital appointments and inconsistently taking their medications that called for consistency and special dietary requirements.  This was a couple I knew years ago. This was their liv