r/Binghamton • u/StrikingCupcake7489 • 7h ago
Housing Pete
Buckle up, I’m about to get wordy
It was absolutely dumping rain today. My basement is flooding. Over the past month or so, I’ve been trying to trace it back to where the water is coming in. Peeling back layers of the basement one at a time; pulling up carpet, carpet padding, moving out the gym equipment so I can pull up the gym floor I installed a few years ago.
Today, Mother Nature shoved her way into that basement with the most attitude she’s shown down there yet.
On my way home from the place of all things hardware and hardware-esque advice giving folks, Kovarik Hardware, I saw a man with a sign, sitting on the corner in his wheelchair, huddled under a sheet of plastic, during the torrential downpour of Mother Nature’s latest flex…everything he owns in his lap or the grocery bag hanging on the back of his chair.
Pete, he reminded me when I pulled up, though his name is information my brain held onto in the vast sea of all the information it doesn’t.
I’ve met Mr Pete before, though it’s been since last summer that I saw him, when he was wheeling his one-legged self around on a bicycle, carrying a crutch, sometimes as if heading for a joust…he really likes creamsicles when it’s hot should you see him about…Mr Pete is now navigating his homeless life with no legs, in a wheelchair.
I can’t tell you how many cars drove past as I talked to Mr Pete, in his wheelchair, in the pouring rain…everything he owns in his lap or the grocery bag hanging on the back of his chair (are you seeing the picture I’m painting here yet? I’ll probably say it again just in case).
I also can’t tell you how many cars continued to drive past through the storm, as I put his things into my backseat, lifted Mr Pete into my front seat, and loaded his wheelchair into the back of my truck.
Not. One. Single. Person. Stopped.
I don’t know what path brought Mr Pete to where he is today. I do not fucking care. He’s a person. He’s a father to 2 grown boys. His name is Pete.
Pete is a person. He’s one of us. He’s a person sitting there, during the rains that flooded my basement, in his wheelchair, in the pouring rain…everything he owns in his lap or the grocery bag hanging on the back of his chair (told you you’d hear it again).
It was absolutely dumping rain today. My basement is flooding.
But…I have a basement.
We need to do better.
