Thoughts On Wall Art

As I was leaving the river walk in San Antonio, I passed an ambulance parked near our car. The ambulance lights were on, and two EMTs stood outside talking to a man. The man appeared to be drunk, and the EMTs were trying very hard to persuade him to go with them. At first this perplexed me. Why waste resources of time and money sending paramedics to deal with a drunk man who didn't appear to be dying or bleeding? Why not have the police or security handle this? While I pondered these thoughts, things escalated. The man proceeded to remove his shirt and fling it back and forth. Maybe this man wasn't drunk. Maybe he had escaped from the mental institute and that was why paramedics were required - to give him meds and return him safely to his residence. The more I watched this man, the more this answer made sense. I was reminded of a video I watched in a college psychology class. It showed a schizophrenic man who refused to take his meds. They found him in Florida hiding out behind an abandoned warehouse. He was making wall art...with his feces. So, I said a prayer for this man in Texas. And I pray that should I ever quit taking my meds and run away, someone will bring me back before I reach the point of fecal wall art.