A Meaningless Life and Death
Posted By Wes on October 8, 2008
William Alan King died early Sunday morning on the street near my home in Lakeland. Who was King? I don’t really know. I talked with him several times at the Sunday School on the sidewalk across for All Saints’. But I didn’t know him.

Photo courtesy of the Ledger
King was homeless. I had seen him for years walking or riding a bike around town, and he was a regular attendee at the Sunday morning gatherings on Lemon Street. He came by for the coffee, milk and donuts (before the city made us stop feeding them,) and hopefully some spiritual food from the bible lesson. King died at about 12:15 AM Sunday morning when he fell into the street during a struggle with another man, and was struck by a passing pickup. He won’t rate an obituary, just another bum. King was mentally ill, an alcoholic I imagine and in the end had nowhere to live but on the streets, nowhere to dies but on the streets. We can spend $600 billion on a war, $825 billion bailing out criminals on Wall Street (and funding earmarks for equally corrupt politicians,) but we can’t help people like William Alan King.
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