Meeting Dorothy Pierce

One sunny day, after a night of drenching rains, I saw a woman in a soggy yellow sweatshirt rolling her wheel chair backward down Richmond Avenue.  I parked and went over to meet her.
“Hi,” I said.  “My name is Tom Cole.  I’m spending some time talking  to folks on the streets and taking their pictures.  Do you mind if we talk a bit?  I’ll take some pictures and pay for your time.”
“My name is Dorothy," she said. "D-O-R-O-T-H-Y.  Pierce, P-I-E-R-C-E." She also told me her birthday and Social Security number.  
Dorothy eats one meal a day at the South Main Baptist Church.  She sleeps wherever she can find shelter, gets medication for schizophrenia and bipolar disease from MHMRA  (Mental Health Mental Retardation Association of Houston)
In this picture you can see hole and scar below her Adam’s Apple, where Emergency Room personnel once placed a plastic tube to keep her breathing.