This fellow is named Roger. He's a drinker. When I met him he was living on a loading dock. I lost track of him for months. I left my card at the "candy store" where he shopped regularly. He called and we met for coffee. He told of how he passed out and woke up paralyzed. The doctors told him his body was dangously lacking the nutrients necessary for life. They put him on i.v. and vitamins and he got better. He said, "I was drinking too much."
I don't know what happened to him since.