I was waiting for the light to change when I heard a rattling sound and turned around to see him. At first I thought it was a mask. He was sitting there, jiggling a paper paper cup filled with coins to get the attention of those passing by. The first thing you notice about him is his face. The second is that he in a state of perpetual motion, turning his head from side to side to see what’s coming from each direction with his one good eye. I walked over to him and started talking to him… listening really. He talked for twenty minutes telling me his story about how someone fired a shotgun at his face at point-blank range and what life has been like for him since that day. When he finished his story I asked his permission to photograph him and he agreed. What struck me most about him was the magnitude of his tragedy and loss… yet never once did I hear the slightest hint of self-pity. This is Jerry.
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