My name is Mario. I drink my coffee here at Starbucks, spend my day by the river, and sleep at the Church. I have asthma. It gets tough without medicine. Winter is not kind when you live the way I do.
But, then I tell myself—at least it’s not as bad as it can be for some people who battle pain every second of their life.
Last winter I fell really ill. I was in need of medicine. I asked many people for help. I stopped lawyers, doctors, businessmen on the streets. Tried telling them my problem.
I think they wanted to help, but could not because I don’t have social security number. They took me to clinic but could not help.
At the end of the day I am just a number. But, I don’t have most important number.