A perspective on homeless
John, age 29, died yesterday of a heroin overdose. He battled his demons for years and was homeless. And, yes, he was a petty thief.
He leaves behind a grieving family: his daughters and their mother, his mother, three brothers, a sister, and in-laws, nieces and nephews. We all knew the day would come, but it came too soon.
My thoughts wandered to the number of times I’ve read news articles referring to the suspect as having a long criminal history, homelessness and drug addiction. I’ve thought that person was “one of those” persons who didn’t deserve my respect and caring. Now that it’s a family member, I’ve taken a second look. John was loved. He was a smart, kindhearted man who just wasn’t strong enough.
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The next time I read about “one of those” persons, I will remember that he was someone’s son, brother, father and loved one whose loss will be mourned.
Connie Clark, Sacramento
Water storage solution
Re “California’s high water should be captured” (Insight, March 23): Dan Walters’ column about finally putting water storage funding to work couldn’t be more spot-on.
Californians have sacrificed for years through shorter showers and dead lawns, and for our troubles we’re being saddled with increased water rates to make up for utility companies’ shrinking revenues. The insult to this injury is that instead of storing what water we’re finally getting, they’re storing the $2.7 billion from the recent bond measure that should be spent on solutions for when we experience another drought.
Todd Kerrin, Sacramento
Beware of bogus bunnies
Easter baskets stuffed with plastic look-alike grass and colored hard-boiled eggs. After eating a couple eggs, the rest are left to be used for egg salad sandwiches the following week once you have had your fill of leftover ham.
You soon run out of your favorite flavors of jelly beans. You are left with malted chocolate eggs, foil-wrapped marshmallow-filled rabbits, three nastily sweet yellow Peeps and that big chocolate bunny.
You save the big chocolate bunny for last. You have been fantasizing biting into all of that savory milk chocolate that your eyes first focused upon when gazing at that imposing chocolate bunny. Drooling, you finally bite into the neck of that bunny like a vampire lusting for blood. Abruptly, the experience is bitterly sweet. You are faced with the harsh reality that the bunny is hollow and empty.
Seeing Donald Trump, my thoughts return to my youth, Easter hollow bunnies and lessons learned.
Michael D. Johnson, Davis
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