She was found where no one is meant to be left.
She was found where no one is meant to be left. On December 16, along the road to Playa Bagdad in Matamoros, Mexico, an elderly woman—somewhere between 80 and 90 years old—lay unconscious at the edge of the street. Alone. Defenseless. Silent. The cold had already begun to claim her body. Her skin bore injuries. Her breath was weak. And in her pockets, there was nothing—no name, no identification, no clue to who she was or who she once mattered to. No one knows her story. No one knows if she has children. No one knows if someone, somewhere, is waiting for her to come home. Red Cross emergency workers arrived just in time. They treated her for hypothermia and rushed her to a hospital, where she now lies under fluorescent lights instead of the open sky. Authorities and social services have stepped in, trying to trace a life that seems to have been erased. But the hardest question remains unanswered: How does a human being reach the end of their life this way? Not with family holding th...