October 9, 2007

simply awful!!

It was around 1:30 when i changed the books that were left in the schoolbag the night before, finished the last sip of coffee that went down my throat pumping caffeine up to my brain cells, which immediately got the usual order for sustaining a state of alertness for the next three hours or so!
On the way to the train which is located on 30th Avenue, i saw the same man I've noticed 3 days ago coming out of the train in a torn black athlete pant which was wet and awfully dirty. His top was in similar condition and his legs were barely fastened in the black sandals he wore. They were cut and lose from almost every point as he slowly dragged his feet with them down the stairs. The bystander effect in action again! Everybody's watching but who is willing to do something?
At even a much worst condition I met the man today coming out from the bank which is a few steps away from the train station. He was coming out the door behind the middle aged lady who hold the door for him on the way out. It wasn't hard to tell that this tall reeked man , had absolutely nothing from this dreamworld we the rest live in. The old man walking a few steps ahead of me saw the man in misery and said in a concerned manner that proved his shock:'You shouldn't be in the streets! Somebody ought to call an ambulance!' I turned my head once and what i saw was phenomenally unparalleled with the lines of the reality we most people live under. He didn't say anything, he had no power to even breathe. All he whispered was:' yeah please.'
What the bleep do we know? And let's forget of all the fourth dimension experiments, explanations, demonstrations and whatever money is spent trying to educate people in those fields. Education is good and technology necessary but how can one ignore a man like that?   People make their decisions and they may fall off the life's ladder and crash so bad that we the rest are even frightened to think of.
I do not even know if the old man who was an unusual example of a loud bystander actually called an ambulance to come and rush this poor man in. You see I thought i was under time pressure like the most of you, and full of curiosity I disappeared from the scene which haunted my thoughts during the day.
Who the hell cares ? This is the hard but frequent thought we make through out our busy lifestyles.
So many buildings are constructed every day! Why do not you built a place, an asylum or whatever might help people like that old neglected man regain their physical strengths? Just think that all they need food, a shower and a bed to recover from the engorged wounds that cover all their feet and face! If we only provide the first which is the bread they will be able to look more like human beings again.
What kind of careless animals are we?

October 7, 2007

S tA R

It wasn't as bad as the news have predicted regarding the weather. People were walking down the streets with natural smiles on their faces, kids were running all over making cheerful noises and cars driving down the street others with the windows shut, up to the top, while others were more sociable and preferred to drive with the windows open so everybody could hear the bass coming out from their car. This is fun!
I was walking slowly since nobody was waiting me for brunch and everything seemed to be moving quite easy. She passed me right outside of Starbucks and she was giving out some kind of flyers that not many were bothered to even look at. I went in, it wasn't very crowded perhaps it was quite early or who knows why. I moved closer to the counter, ordered a cup of coffee and waited while it was getting prepared. The lady dressed in black and green enjoyed what she was doing back there in the barrister station and she greeted people while calling their order. I got the coffee, moved forward grabbed a straw and chose to sit at the table on the corner given that i had a variety of tables to choose from today. A big pile of New York Times was on the table next to me and was left there exposed. I got frightened from all this information perfectly placed there. It belonged to a blond lady who approached quickly pulling up her zipper, took a close look at the chair, removed something like a piece of threat from it and sat down literally with her nose in the newspapers. The phone rang. Oh, nice a friend called up, we haven't spoke to each other for a while and we quickly caught up with the latest business news, the benefits given in a public organization, especially banks and other. I spent the time outside, i didn't even notice how passionate we have been about that and almost half an hour passed by. The owner of the car I was leaning against comfortably, came up to the front door, his wife behind him,and opened the door without even looking at me. I hang-up, walked in the cafe', took my bag, cleaned off the table from a few sugar-paper leftovers and kept going. Oh, that was the same lady with the flyers I saw before. She was now standing right under the lights, whispering with her arm stretched forward. 'What are these?' i said and she went:' If you read the Bible, you will now understand how all the scripts mentioned in there, were all created by God.' 'Oh that's great. 'And who is God?' i asked with a swaggering smile on my face. I believe in God myself you know and i can almost say that you are the God yourself, and this man walking down there, and me.' 'No, she answers. God is only one.
His name is Jehovah!' she ensured me.