Five-year old Edgar got the chicken pox, so he couldn’t come to school. His mother had to go to work, so he was home alone and sick with an itchy rash, and there was no food in the pantry, books to read, or lights to play by.
So Edgar played soccer alone outside – in the street – as garbage trucks rumbled past, stray dogs and cats scrounge for food, and adults and teens with nothing else to do succumbed to vices that offer escape. In this environment, not healthy or safe for a boy of five, Edgar kicked around a ball. He spent the day this way – even demonstrating budding athletic talent – until the ball got lost under the tires of a garbage truck.