What we can draw from the street boy who cried uncontrollably when he saw a woman who carries oxygen equipment to breathe

He lives under the footbridge. Every morning as you head to work, he’ll be there, covered in a transparent polythene bag. You don’t give a thought about him as you switch to your boss, the workplace. How you have to wake up early, sit in traffic and worry being reprimanded for being late. But these are worries that street families don’t have. These worries are so exotic to them. Theirs is only about survival. Every time the sun rises they wonder where to get food.

Awhile back, you saw this street kid crying uncontrollably after seeing a woman who walks around with oxygen equipment in order to live. You were in a bar, sipping your brandy and for the first time you contemplate seriously about stopping it. But then you wanted to forget job hassles, love issues, and state related stress-inducing agents.