How deep is the bottom of the pit?

It can be hard sometimes on the streets. There are people who are really suffering. We are meeting more people who are disabled in some way. Mainly they are men with some or all of their legs missing.

One man Vova or Volodia, who we meet daily now and are building friendship with him used to be a manager of a helicopter factory. He had everything; good job, wife, children (at least a daughter). It all changed one day in a fire and now in his own words "I am no good for anyone, no one needs me". He is a grandfather and has a daughter, but lives in a pile on the floor at a bus stop and can't move from there. He has no legs and they stole his small poles that he used to drag himself around with.

He is respectful to us, making sure that no one offends us. He is a man capable of loving or caring. Yet he lives right at the bottom of the social ladder. He fell from above and landed at the bottom. I wonder to myself "Can life be any harder than his?" " Is there a bottom to the pit or has he already reached it"?

What I do know is that every time we visit him, I see a man who is intellegent, worthy of respect, someone who is becoming dear to me, and someone who is very precious to our God.