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Since I've been taking pictures and writing Blogs on the homeless, I find myself looking for certain people daily. Their pictures are so moving to me that if I haven't already had a chance to talk to them, I seek them out.
George is one of those people, I have been looking for him from day one. I usually see him at the triangle but have come up empty each day. As usual when i see someone at the triangle I stop to ask them if I may take their picture.
Wednesday was such a day. After taking a second look I see that it's George! He has shaved and cut his hair, his jacket and hat are different and jeans are a little cleaner. I asked him if he remembered me. I pulled off the road and went to talk to him.
George has been in the hospital for the past four weeks or so due to a bladder infection and broken ribs, caused by falling down the slope on his way to the "point"; which is where he lives. George has been trying for three years to receive disability.
George comes from Glenwood Springs, he worked there for 18 years when he injured himself on the job. After the Workman's comp ran out, about a year, he moved to Grand junction thinking the the cost of living was cheaper and moved in with a friend who has since moved away. His work injuries were so bad that to stand and bend was a momentous feat. He was not able to hold employment for this reason.
I asked him about family and if he couldn't live with them. He's quite reserved when talking about family. He says, his kids are in Glenwood, father in California, "everyone who was kind-hearted has died" Besides, "I'm an adult, I cant just move in" My family isn't like that anyway, "when you're 18, you're out!"
He motioned back to the cars letting me know he had to get back to his sign. "I have to start over getting things again because when your gone you come back to nothing" I gave him a blanket and pillow that was in my trunk, and wished him luck. Surprisingly; I'm glad to see him back at the triangle.
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