But do we?
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So often as we climb the social ladder, gaining G.C.E.'s, degrees, and good jobs we forget the
people who have fallen through the overtaxed net of the social services - our conscience - to
Skid-row. And Skid-row is real - it's the sleazy caffs, doss-houses, park benches, mainline
stations, the smell of meths - the gutter. It's insecurity and rejection by a society that
puts success at a premium and is hard on failures. It's waiting for soup and bread and
companionship and love from groups like the St. Mungo Community on a cold, wet night. Next time you are at Waterloo Station, or on the Embankment, or behind the veneer of affluence in the West End look out for the guy who hasn't made the grade in a society that is sinking in its indifference. Let's try and change it; try a little love, a little caring. |
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