While walking the streets of San Juan, Puerto Rico I came across a site that has haunted my thoughts. Amongst the beauty of this small tropical island was this single soul laying in the streets. In the shadow of hundreds of people spending thousands of dollars on jewelry, cloths and other self edification bits and pieces laid the ruins of a person. I couldn't help wonder about this fellow. Does he have family? If so where are they; and do they know where he is…or do they even care. How does a person become "the forgotten" but more importantly how does one become one of "the recognized"?
