A walk to rememeber

I live in a street that Kind of see's the extremes of Perth. You see at one end there is "The castle" and at the other end there is the Brisbane.. Enough said. Im joking.. Settle down.
The real difference is the full spectrum of wealth, As I walk to the bus stop, on my left there is an apartment block being built, a sign out the front is promising "New York Style Living" all for the starting price of $950,000.00. As a uni student who grew up in Thornlie, this is another world from the one I've known. Though to my right, not even 200 meters away is an even more foreign world. Sitting in the car park is a van with maybe 100 people swarmed around it, Their clothing is torn and dirty, their hair completely unkempt. Its a food van, you can see it any given Thursday giving out hot food to the most un pretty of Perth. Now I don't want to be to dramatic about the epiphany I had on the way to the bus stop and I do realise the many social and economical reasons for why us, as humans go in such different directions, Childhoods, Education, Substance abuse, Just plain bad luck.
But I wondered to myself if I was to approach them and ask them for their stories, take a moment from my busy little life to give a shit about someone else, I wonder if the stories wouldn't be to unlike my own, If maybe they too grew up in the suburbs, went to school, had friends, maybe even went to uni, but something, somewhere happened and they ended up here. Everybody likes to hear the stories of success, but what about the stories with the less then happy ending, we don't like to hear about those do we, it makes us uncomfortable, it questions the security of our own existence, we don't want to know that someone just like us could end up homeless because then that means it could happen to us to, so we push it under the rug, leave it to the religious people and the social workers to deal with, we shut our eyes and hope it will go away, but it wont.
And I just couldn't help being completely thrown, at one point we were all babies, We all had a good 80 years ahead of us, we had hopes and dreams and passions and some of us got lucky, we got the dream job, we made the big bucks and we bought "New york style living" apartments for a million dollars. But some of us never made it to the goal, shit happened, we found ourselves homeless and we ended up standing around a van waiting for maybe the only hot meal we will get that week. And some of us were just walking to the bus stop on the way to uni and receiving a bigger education in that walk then I did in a whole day of classes.

Ill leave you with that thought.

Smile often
Beth