The Good Life is Gone]

This morning I was sitting on a park bench next to a homeless man.

I asked him how he ended up this way.

He said, “Up until last week, I had it all. I had plenty to eat, my

clothes were washed and pressed, I had a roof over my head, I had TV and

Internet, and I went to the gym, the pool, and the library. I was working on

my MBA on-line. I had no bills and no debt. I even had full medical
coverage.”

I felt sorry for him, so I asked, “What happened? Drugs? Alcohol? Divorce?”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” he said. “No, I got out of prison.”