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Reflection- Shocked, Heartbroken, Crippled & Paralyzed

Updated: Oct 12, 2021

I use these adjectives to describe my personal perspective. The blog below represents my personal opinions and take on what I personally witnessed.

Two days ago, I was on my electric bike commuting to work. My commute to work requires that I take the lower bridge from West Seattle to the Capitol Hill Seattle. My route includes the Coast Guard Facilities by the water and then shoots me out just past the football and baseball stadiums, prior to trekking up the mountain of South Jackson Street. And eventually, I arrive to work after a few more pushes up the next few hills.

During this biking experience, I ride by countless homeless camps consisting of tents, cardboard houses, and tarp homes. Two days ago, I crossed a woman that I had passed before; she is normally dressed in all black and doing her best to find something in her camp area. But two days ago, she was different.

As I rounded the corner, I saw this woman. The bottom half of her outfit was still black. As I approached on my bike, the smell hit me first. The smell was that of a can of aerosol paint. As my eyes focused more on what was in front of me, I noticed that the top portion of this woman was silver. When I say silver, I mean silver. Imagine a person from the Blue Man Group; but instead there is a silver person. The woman's hair was pointed straight and rigid with silver paint. I could just make out the eyes' of the woman that were blood red. She did not make eye contact with me; I don't