Fear of the unknown permeates the brain when you realize that a friend or family member is missing. The greatest fear of parents is a lost, runaway or abducted child. Equally as devastating is the panic of grandchildren and adults when a parent with dementia wanders off in the night.
Taping a missing person’s poster to the sparsely tagged bulletin board at the last stop on the subway I wonder why such premium advertising space is vacant. As soon as the poster is secured, a group of teenage boys walk over to examine it. They stare at the picture of Enrique Picart and comment that he’s been missing for more than a month. As they walk away, a middle aged couple stops and takes a look. The man reads the paritculars out loud, “black mole on right cheek, short white hair wearing dark green polo shirt.”
I hadn’t heard of Enrique Picart until earlier in the day. Mr. Picart’s daughter and her friends had been diligently searching the streets and the bread lines looking for anyone who might know Rick or Kique, as he’s sometimes called. Some of my transient buddies took the liberty of volunteering my help and sent one Ms. Picart’s friends over to my favorite soup kitchen.
Enrique Picart is a 77 year old Korean War veteran and Alzehimer’s victim who lost his way home on June 14th. He is 5 feet 11 inches tall. His favorite catch phrases are “Parlez -vous Francais?” even though he doesn’t speak French, and “I was in the Army.” If you see him please call 1-800-577-TIPS.
Since I believe in the kindness or strangers I’m hoping that Mr. Picart will be found safe in a shelter or hospital.
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