Day 5 in assisted living. I know that this was originally supposed to be a photo blog but not really. It was always about the life and imagination of the guy behind the camera. Sickness and getting old were always themes in the sense that I was always conscious of the quickness of life.

A lot of my work where others found beauty were about death and decay. Even the well-known Poet’s Walk was melancholy at best. One man’s despair is another man’s joy. Or maybe the other way around.

I’m sure that a lot of artists (especially comedians) find people getting great inspiration and joy from the churn of their life’s tragedy.

Today was a big day at home. I went out on my own, very early to go and get an infusion for the Crohn’s (Entyvio). It’s only about five blocks away but still way too far for me to walk, even with the Rollator.

So my assistant (Mary) can no longer come with me on these trips to shove me in the cab. A bunch of cab drivers drove past me as soon as they saw me sitting in the Rollator. So I realized maybe they thought it was a wheel chair. I then used it to stand up straight. The first cabdriver that stopped had a high step to get into and didn’t want to touch me.

Then a driver with a low step in stopped for me. He folded up the Rollator and threw it in the trunk and then helped me get into the cab. He was an immigrant. Didn’t speak much English, but gave me a big smile when we arrived at the infusion place and helped me out of the cab.

I thanked him profusely and he said, hey, we’re all human.

I wish somehow that phrase could be planted in more minds. We’re all human beings.

Published by Dave

My name is David Beckerman. I am a fine art photographer working in New York City. Or I was before I had two strokes. I now write from a Nursing Home.

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