The boy stands on the corner of the street. His mind races, not letting in the questions that pummel him from the bystanders. At his feet lays his father.
Is he drunk?
Are you lost?
Who is that old man?
Look at that piece of shit.
The boy can't cry out. His mind caught by jagged thoughts. Thoughts that back him into a choking, dark corner.
As all of time comes to a stop..
A hand reaches past the boy and checks for a pulse on the neck of the fallen guardian.
The same hands flex, move the body into position, force life back into the tired heart.
Who are the strong?
Where is compassion?
The heart knows what the mind cannot conceive.
The hero does what is needed.
The answer to all of our problems lies within the grasp of the hero that is in each of us.
Not born of radiation.
Not created by gods.
Not given birth by a miracle of DNA.
We all know what is the right thing to do. What prevents us from moving forward is the familiarity of our own doleful ignorance to accepting that the everything changes. Nothing stays the same.
We either accept that or we find ourselves at odds with our fellow participants in life. We constantly are at odds with the news, with people in line, in traffic, at the store, at the DMV, at places of worship, at places of amusement, fellow diners. The list is as endless as living itself.
We can make the promises of heaven here and now.
We, the hero, accept the call of the future to, “do”.