I was at work and I noticed you walking around downtown. I could tell you were lost and you needed to be somewhere. Running from one side of the street to the other, crossing the same intersection multiple times, you asked a lady walking past you what street you were on, and I heard you yell out "Where the fuck am I?" as the lady continued on. It looked as if you got on your phone and began talking to someone trying to figue out where you had to go and by the sound of your screams of frustration that you let out it sounded like your window of opportunity had closed. You were a young blind man, and I so desperately wanted to help you, even if it meant for me to walk with you to where you had to go. But by the time I had the ability to help you you were gone. I can't even imagine the frustration you feel and I am totally bummed.
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