This is one of my past posts, but I decided to repost for St. Patrick’s Day since that is when the story took place.

Years ago I was asked to fill an open slot at a prayer vigil in front of a Planned Parenthood. I accepted the request and signed up for a slot that was mid-morning on March 19. The Planned Parenthood is located downtown and to get there I needed to take two trains. Due to the train transfer, I left home early to make the 9:00 a.m. train. By 9:30 I was on the platform waiting for the second train. The train arrived on time. As, the train doors opened, I was accosted by a thick alcohol polluted air. The smell nearly knocked me over. This was the kind of pollution that can only be created by the sweat of people drinking heavily for hours. It was at…