Jerry D. Ousley
Tuesday, January 9, 2024
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We were having a wonderful day. While stationed at Fort Myer in Arlington, Virginia, my family had taken a beautiful, warm, late spring afternoon to see some of the sites and attractions in Washington, DC. It was an honor to see the monuments that we had before only witnessed in pages of history books. As we enjoyed our amazing stroll in the shade of the trees along the sidewalk, another site, not so glamorous, and becoming more and more frequent, was the presence of the homeless who walked the same paths we did, stopping at each trash can to see what wasteful tourists had discarded. You know the saying about one man’s junk being another man’s treasure? It literally unfolded in front of our eyes. Some pushed shopping carts taken from the parking lots of supermarkets elsewhere in the city. Others carried tattered and torn backpacks which they guarded like they were filled with gold.