‘Any spare change mate?’ The line we hear daily. The line we often choose to ignore.
As we go about our day to day business, spending the spare change we say we don’t have, there are people, below the surface of our eye line as we walk by, and below the surface of our more important thoughts, who sit on the cold pavement and watch the world go past. While many think of poverty as being some unreachable monster that lives thousands of miles away in foreign lands with huts and slums, the fact of the matter is we walk by it every single day here in Glasgow. Not fly ridden, famine insilled poverty, but cold, wet, Scottish poverty resting in the people who have to sit on the damp streets and ask for money.
Graham is one of these people. Having been in and out of care for the…
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