A Perfect Life

This morning I was sitting on a park bench next to a homeless man. I  started a conversation by asking him how he ended up this way.

He said, “Up  until last week, I still had it all. I had plenty to eat, my clothes were
washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had TV and Internet, and I  went to the gym, the pool, and the library. I was  working on my MBA on-line. I  had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical coverage.”

I felt sorry for him, so I asked, “What happened? Drugs? Alcohol? Divorce?”

“Oh  no, nothing like that,” he said. “No, no. I got out of prison.”

Thanks, Ed C

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