My ex-neighbour was a blind man. As much as he couldn't see, he loved to sing as he spent his days roaming in our society.
I never had to check on him. He was disabled, but also quite loud and upbeat. He didn't look like he needed any help.
The other day, he was roaming as always. Only, that day, the construction workers had dug a huge hole right in front of our main gate. He was slowly walking towards the gate, not knowing what was coming for him.
Naturally, he did fall into that pit, and I watched. I knew I could have warned him, but I really just wanted some quiet for as many days as possible.
Don't worry, he isn't dead. Just a little MORE disabled than before.
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