Last Saturday I visited a friend in a nursing home. He wasn’t there because of age but rather, he had taken drunk and during that drunk fell and broke his leg. The drunk continued for another week and the leg became infected, badly infected, and but for the keen observation and quick response of the owner of the cheap, “No tell motel” that he called home, his alcoholism would have achieved its goal of killing him.
After six weeks in the hospital without insurance or a pot to piss in for that matter, the hospital was more than happy to dump him off at this other facility some two hours away from
As I was leaving the home, walking down the hall to the next building and into the main building, past dozens of rooms full of old people, some there and others not, I suddenly felt sorry that their lives had brought them to this place and this condition. I experienced that life was impermanent. I learned Dharma from that walk.
