We were sitting by the river this evening and an older guy stops and tells us his story. He lives in his car. We had seen him earlier making a meal on what looked like a barbecue. He had a big sign on his car that said something about homeless.
He lived on a farm but had to sell it due to problems with his neighbors. He never said what the problem was. He says he was harassed, car vandalized. He was beat up. No charges were ever filed against the people who did it. He however was arrested once. I think he said he took it to court and won.
He also said that he was outspoken about local police corruption and the problems he’s had problably had something to do with that.
Anyway, he has now made getting compensated, telling his story his life mission. When he sold the farm, he gave the money to lawyers and his kids, keeping some for himself. He managed to live in hotels for a few years but is now homeless.
He spends his days telling his story.
This is what happens in Waterford Ireland on a beautiful evening sitting by the river. A stranger tells you the story of his life.
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