Philip Seymour Hoffman, an actor who really became alive in whatever character he portrayed, died on Sunday. For many of us who were fans of his, it was a true shock. Dying at 46 is just too young, and dying because of an addiction is even sadder. For me when I think of an addiction as a disease and I ponder the landscape of Philadelphia which has similar stories from people suffering in identical ways, my heart breaks. This disease can plague anyone, but without a doubt, it dominates the poor. Hoffman will be honored and remembered for a long time for his extensive list of brilliant performances. Of course not everyone has such a legacy to leave behind, and addiction is just as painful to those in poverty, who might be forgotten, or might die alone.