
Broken Beyond Belief...The Box...!
His name was Robert. As he got into my car I asked, “What’s in the box?” “My stuff,” says he as we headed for the train station. Some folks would say he was a simpleton! I wasn’t too sure about that; but, he did have limited social skills or some type of psychological disorder. And now, well, his mom had died, he had no money other than a small government disability check and, goodness, on top of all that he was being evicted. The train would get him safely to Kentucky. Kin f