I bleed the same blood and breath the same air

Spotted this chap on Grafton Street. 

The message resonated – well worth reflecting on…. the people we pass everyday sleeping on the streets are people,  just like us,  with hopes and dreams and fears and pride…. unlucky in life,  not lesser beings…. 

There,  but for the grace of fortune,  go I…… And you……. 

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