He worked as a ranch-hand. He lost his leg in an accident, lost his job on the ranch and lost his bunk at the ranch. Francisco is 73-years old and lives in an 8 foot by 6 foot wooden box. The box is furnished with an old cot, an old wheel-chair, a makeshift bedside table, and a small chamber-pot. His neighbors bring him food.
He has no family and few friends.
It was raining and cold. Francisco is alone. He hopes a neighbor will brave the wind and rain to bring him a meal. He forgot to fasten his wheel-chair to the cot last night and it rolled out of his reach. He placed his hand against the wall to support himself and began inching his way to the wheel-chair.
Is it a crime to grow old?
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