Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
It was noon in Ashland, Oregon, and I had decided to skip lunch and go for a walk. A memorable encounter that autumn day has stayed with me since that time.
I stopped at a traffic light on the corner of a busy intersection with a few other pedestrians. Glancing across the street, I noticed a local street person waiting to cross in my direction. He was exhibiting serious mental issues—ranting and raging at some unseen person with him.