A picture may be worth a thousand words but this morning tears filled my eyes and my heart ached deeply for another human being.
It was a beautiful morning, around 5:15 a.m, and we were driving through a downtown Vancouver Island community. It was quiet as most people were still sleeping at home in their warm, cozy beds. As we drove along what my daughter pointed out to me shattered the calm of the morning. I was not prepared to see the body of what looked to be a woman laying on the floor of a bank, curled up facing the wall. It took a few seconds to comprehend what I was seeing, and I can’t describe what I was feeling, but a wave of emotions overwhelmed me and I did my best to keep from crying in front of my daughter.