The Strange Man In Subway

I was in line at a Subway the other day and at the front of the line was a man who immediately to me and clearly to everyone else seemed strange. He was quite loud when he spoke which was quite often. He was telling the Subway employees, people he had just met, personal information about himself and sharing about his weekend. He went to a boat show in Toronto and saw some fairly expensive boats. He pulled his phone out and showed a picture of a boat worth several million dollars to one of the employees. The whole time he was there he wouldn't stop talking and he was in no rush to leave. As I was leaving I thought to myself, "What a strange dude". I got into my car and I turned it on, but I didn't take it out of park yet, I had another thought to myself and it was disgust...for myself. I was calling this man strange because he was kind and open. I replayed what I had just witnessed back over in my head. He was making conversation with these employees. They were smiling and responding back to him with as much enthusiasm as him, so they weren't annoyed by his presence. He was never rude, not once. In fact he seemed like an extremely kind person. He had what seemed like a girlfriend with him, so hes clearly doing something better than me. He didn't bother or annoy anyone. I thought back and realized I wasn't annoyed either, in fact I was interested in how a boat could be worth so much. He was in no rush because he was enjoying himself and just taking his time; I had no place to be. And most importantly he made those employees smile; he made conversation with them, he didn't see them as just the people making his sand which, he saw them as people. I was disgusted with myself because I immediately thought that this guy was strange because he was kind. Unfortunately that's normal in our world. It should be that I was strange one for not acting the way he did. It made me think about social conventions and how its good to be a nice and open person as long as it doesn't make people too uncomfortable. Respect that people have places to be and just let them get on with their day. That's bull s***. Whats life if not a good conversation with a complete stranger. I would like to be a little more strange.

The Old Man

          There once was a young man--many years ago. He was a good man, but he always felt that he had to prove himself because his family was a lower class. This made the man greedy. He was always trying become higher in his status and never stopped to enjoy life. One day he was travelling in the back of a farmers wagon in search of some way to find his desired wealth. The farmer stopped on the side of the road to pick up another stranger. The stranger was an old man, he got into the wagon and sat beside the young man. The two of them got to talking and the young man had told the old man his plan to become a rich and powerful man. The old man laughed and told the him that there was more to life than wealth and power, there is love and family. The young man dismissed this proclaiming that he would do whatever it took to not be poor, to not be like his father was. The old man got really serious and said that he could help him if that is what he really wanted. The young man told him that it really was. The old man snapped his fingers. He knelt down and picked up a nail from the floor of the wagon and immediately plunged it into the neck of the young man. The young man screamed in pain and pulled the nail out. The blood pouring out out of his neck quickly stopped and the stab wound healed within minutes. The old man smiled and told him that he had granted him everlasting life. He told him that he will never die, will never get injured or sick again. The young man in shock asked him how this would help him achieve his goal. The old man told him that he will never age; he has all the time in the world to become rich and powerful. The old man told him that the only way that he will be able to die is if he passes his gift on to someone else. But it can only be to someone with the same desires and greed like himself. The young man immediately took advantage of his new gift and did whatever it took to gain wealth. The old man passed away as soon as the young man left the wagon.
         Many years later, after becoming rich and powerful he met a young woman and he fell in love. . For a while he was able to enjoy his family; his wife and his three daughters. However, his overpowering greed eventually came back and could no longer resist his need to go back to his old ways. He wasn't content with his simple life. He dismissed his family and fell away from them. His wealth, however, grew more and more. After years of his growing status and wealth, his distanced family was in their home waiting for him to come back from one of his many meetings when a fire started in the kitchen on the main floor. It was late and all of the daughters were asleep. The mother smelled the smoke and saw the fire from upstairs. She tried to wake her children, but it was too late. They were all caught in the fire. The young man came home to find his entire family dead. The young man was ruined. All he wanted to do was die along with his wife and daughters. He would have if hadn't become unable to die. Every night he would place the gun to his temple and pull the trigger and every time he would get back up.
          Fast forward many more years. For a very long time the young man searched for someone to pass his curse on to. He thought it would be easy to find a young and greedy man, but every person he found had some piece of them that desired to truly enjoy their lives and because of this the curse could not be passed. He gave up on his search. He took to spending his days drinking and challenging himself to attempt to take home the prettiest girl in the bar. He usually won. He hated his life.
         One night at a pub, the man was sitting at the bar. He was an old man now. Not because of age, but because of life and the toll it had taken on his spirit. He saw a young man sitting near him with the same desire in his eyes that he once had many years prior. The old man sat closer to him. They began talking and the young told him his story. It was almost identical to the old mans. He wanted wealth and riches. The old man told him he could give him this if that was really what he wanted. The young man said he really wanted it. The old man was about to snap his fingers when he thought of how much he has hated his life; how miserable he has been. He saw now that the old man had cursed him, not blessed him. He thought of everything he had done in his life, never had he done something good for someone. He couldn't do it. The old man told the young man that he can't help him. He told him there was more to life than everything he desired. With that the young man left the pub as normal as he came in. The old man finally felt some sort of joy in his life. He picked up his drink and took a sip. He set the drink down and coughed. With that cough followed another. The bartender said to the old man, "you must have caught the flu that is going around".
The old man smiled.

Roadkill

I was driving home one night. It was in an area that was isolated from homes and because of that it was darker than most places. There was a good song on and I was singing along. Perhaps that is why I didn't notice when the cat jumped out in front of me. I slammed the brakes and tried to swerve. I went outside to check on the clearly wounded animal. It didn't look good. From the look of it I thought that it had died immediately from the crash, I heard the poor thing making some noises. I had trouble looking at the little cat. Not because of my weak stomach, but because of my guilt. The thought of hitting an animal and killing it with my car before was something that I would obviously avoid, but not something I feared because of emotional reasons. But as I knelt beside it my heart broke for this cat. I knew that it would not last for very much longer. It did not have any tags on it and there weren't any houses near by. I thought to myself that the kindest thing I could do for it would be to put it out of its misery. I grabbed a rock at first... what the heck am I going to do with a rock, smash it's head in? No way I could do that. I had no other way that I could end it quickly. I thought about driving away thinking that would be what most people would do in this situation. I couldn't do that either. I figured there wasn't much time left for the little guy anyway, so I sat down beside the cat and waited. As I sat beside this suffering cat I began to really think about what had happened and what was happening. I hit this cat and now it is going to die. This cat did nothing wrong. It does not deserve to die and certainly not like this. This situation, it made me think of evil in the world. I know the connection of a dying cat and evil is quite a stretch, but nonetheless, it felt evil. I began thinking of all the horrible things that happen in the world and how a lot of it just cant be explained. It is, the way it is. Life. Perhaps this cat represented the innocence of people. Their is no excuse for all the hatred that we inflict upon others. It is our innate way to sin. That is our innocence; we cannot control the fact that we screw up and will continue to. I'm not really sure what this all means. Maybe this moment was meant to be so that I would recognize the error of our ways in this world. Or perhaps the cat was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't even like cats. 

(P.S. I didn't actually hit a cat.)

Christ Figure

 It was a Friday night. I was walking to the bus stop. There were people all over the sidewalks and flowing out of bars and clubs, but I noticed one particular man in an alley. He was completely alone and isolated from his busy surroundings. I was drawn to this man. I could feel his loneliness and despair. My heart broke when I saw that he was in the middle of shooting himself up with what looked like heroin. I just stood there and watched until it was over. I wanted to do something, but I just stood there and watched the life drain from his eyes. The mans body went limp, but the needle, stuck in his arm, continued to hang there. I was in shock. I had lived a pretty uneventful life compared to that until then. I never knew anyone who did hard drugs like that so I had no idea what to do.

"Hey man, are you alright?", there was no response.

I walked over and knelt beside his body. I started to panic because I thought he might be dead. That made me want to cry. I had never felt the urge to cry more in my life and it was for a man I never even knew. I hesitantly felt his neck for a pulse. Thankfully he was still alive, but he was not in good shape. His arms and face were covered in scars and sores and who knew what kind of diseases he had. Something came over me, I felt so much empathy for this man. It was a feeling that I had never felt before. With tears falling down my face I prayed. I had never prayed before in my life, never even thought about praying. But without even thinking about it that's what I did. I prayed that I could help this man, that I could take his pain away. With my eyes closed and my arms wrapped around this man I prayed. Without opening my eyes I knew what had happened. The second I looked at this man and saw that he no longer had scars and sores covering his face and body, his face no longer pale, but healthy, meat on his bones, I had no regret. I went home. I didn't know what I felt. It was a feeling of amazement and pleasure, but I was in pain. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror; my face and body were now covered in the scars and sores that recently covered the man in the alley's face and body. My skin was now pale, my bones and ribs visible through my skin, I was weak and helpless. I prayed with all of my heart to a God I didn't know I believed in that he would take away this mans pain. I prayed that I would take his place and take on his pain and restore his health. It was an odd feeling. I had never felt so much pain and suffering in my life while at the same time feeling an amount of joy that cannot be described in words, or at least words I would never use to describe a feeling; glorious, forgiven, sacrifice, unconditional, hallelujah....

"Simply and Wonderfully"

I recently watched the movie The Terminal. I love this movie. Yes it has Tom Hanks in it and was directed by Steven Spielberg so it's automatically a good one. However, the reason that I love this movie is because it is simple. Not simple in the sense that it isn't complex, because it is an original idea. But simple in the sense that it is about a simple, but wonderful character. Victor (Tom Hanks) is a man that becomes stranded in the JFK airport when his country goes to war while he is on the plane to New York and is therefore a non-citizen and is not allowed to step into the United States or he will be arrested. Victor simply begins to live his life in this airport. He meets friends, has adventures and finds love in these confines. He doesn't stop living because of his restrictions. He lives simply, but with purpose. He is fulfilling a promise to his father, but until he is able to do so he continues to enjoy life. Simple does not mean unadventurous or boring. Simple is defined as "easily understood or done; presenting no difficulty". Living simply doesn't confine someone, but the opposite. He knows life is a gift and continues to make the best of it even though he is stuck in an airport while his country is at war. I believe Victor lives simply because he made a promise to his father and set out to follow through with it and does so. It is not complex, he made a promise and kept it. New York City the greatest city in the world was just outside the door from him, but he was still able to find happiness in the airport through the simplest things; Burger King, fixing things, helping friends, and the few and short meetings he had with the girl of his dreams. And when it is all finished and he finally goes out into New York and keeps his promise to his father by getting the signature of a famous saxophone player... he then goes back home. Perhaps I am reading too much into a movie that was possibly just supposed to be a good film with a few laughs, but what I saw was a man who could make his life great no matter what his surroundings were. I read a book full of great life quotes; one of which was, "The tragedy of life," said W.M. Lewis, "is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it." Personally I think that is my problem, I keep waiting for a more convenient time to have a full life, like when I'm done school, when I have a career, a family... but I don't think a full life is about convenience, but about action. Live like Victor, simply and wonderfully!

The Chase

Jerry had never been the same since the accident. If he wasn't keeping busy he was thinking about it. So he kept himself by working, which meant he had to travel a lot. He had to travel a lot for his work and made his way to New York City quite often. He was just leaving the airport consuming his thoughts with work when a young guy walked up by Jerry and bumped into him and began to run. Confused, Jerry started to check his belongings and realised his phone was missing. He saw the young teenager running and weaving through the crowds. Without even thinking about it Jerry started to chase the kid. The teenager stole a cheap older flip-phone from Jerry. A type of phone that Jerry could easily replace, it wasn't essential to his work, but Jerry had other motives for chasing his phone. He was running after the kid with every fibre in his being to retrieve this cheap phone. The young boy that was being chased was quite confused. The reason that he would target business men such as Jerry was because he would usually get very expensive phones, which he didn't in this case, and because they normally give up after a while because they know they can replace it, but Jerry was not giving up. The kid was peeling in out of alley ways, hopping garbage cans, dodging taxi's, and every time he would look behind him Jerry would be right there gaining more and more distance. The kid was started to wonder that there might be expensive information on this phone. Jerry's heart had only been pumping this fast one other time. The accident. He started to think what it would be like if he lost this phone and started to run faster and faster. Jerry went back to that day when he lost everything. He thought about how it was before and how it is was now in that moment and was close to tears. He thought about how he already lost everything, he couldn't lose this phone, it was all he had left. As he came back to the present moment he realised he was in reaching distance of the teenager. He stretched his arm out and grabbed his jacket, just as he finally caught him the  teenager fell into the doorway of a building. Jerry and the teenager fell on the ground, the boy quickly tossed the phone to another guy waiting their for him and tried to make a run for it, but Jerry immediately caught him. He threw him on the ground. He threw his hands around the kids neck and ordered for him to give the phone up. Both of the young guys were in shock. They were terrified at Jerry's determination to retrieve this ordinary phone. He immediately gave up the phone. Jerry scrambled to see if it was still there. He opened up the phone and clicked on the small camera icon. He started to scroll through his pictures. The other guys were frozen in confusion. They just stood there waiting to see what Jerry was gonna do. He was looking through all of his pictures and started to panic when it didn't appear right away. And then he finally came to it, he clicked on the picture and it took up the whole screen. A flash of relief came across Jerry as he stood there gazing at the only picture he had of his late wife and three week old daughter together. He always thought he would have his whole life to capture those memories of his lost daughter. They were both taken from him three weeks after the birth of of his daughter in a horrible accident. This picture of his two beautiful girls was all he had left of them. He looked up and saw the fear in those boys eyes, he smiled at them and threw them all of the money he had in his wallet and walked away with his priceless phone in hand.

The Alley Way

John had enough. He hit his breaking point. He always knew what he was capable of, but he taught himself to control it and promised himself never to use it. However, he hadn't expected to be bullied either. He always thought of himself as a good guy, a nice guy, a friendly guy, but he had no friends. He didn't know why he was bullied. He maybe didn't look like a popular guy, but they couldn't bully him just because of that, right? It was the worst with Mack. He took it way too far with John. He is the sole reason that John got to the point that he did. Mack had made a mistake. A big mistake. John was shy to begin with, but with his capabilities and his desire to hide them he became even more shy. On this day John was no longer going to take it. He was angry and was looking forward to it. School ended and John started to walk home just like he did everyday. And Mack stopped him in an alley just like he does everyday. But today events did not take place like they did everyday. Mack walked up to John calling him horrible names and making jokes about him. Mack pushed John against the wall with all of his force. John hit the wall. A smirk appeared on John's face. It was almost in slow motion that John could see Mack's left fist coming towards his face. John saw his chance and took it. He stopped Mack's fist inches from his face. And with that simple touch of his hand touching Mack's he brought Mack to his knees. John very calmly and confidently moved his hand on to Mack's chest where he made him lay flat on his back in complete and utter pain. He left Mack laying there on the ground in pain. He knew the pain would subside, but long enough for John to take his time walking out of that alley with a smile on his face. He knew that would have scared Mack enough to leave him alone. John knew he had taken it too far, but he was fed up. He didn't deserve to be treated like that, so he decided to do something about it. He told himself it was a one time thing to get Mack off his back, but it made him feel good. It made him feel respected. It made him feel powerful. It became his go to move. Any time someone tried to mess with him or was even a little rude to him he would simply rest his arm on their shoulder and they would fall to their to knees because John had the capability to force pain upon anybody he touched. This was the reason that John never used his ability, because he knew what kind of person it would make him. But it was too late, he had already become that person. He became greedy for power. It became a way that he would get what he wanted. Nobody bullied him anymore, in fact, he was now known as the bully. Mack became the shy one. He stayed as far from John as he could and never told anyone what happened because he was too scared. John had hit a knew breaking point, but that was about to change. John knew he had been given this divine ability, he knew that it could have been used for good, but he abused it. But this power was given to John for a reason. This reason was found out on the most important day of John's life. It seemed like a normal day. John went through his normal routine. He started walking the same way as he always does. He was approaching the alley and saw that Mack was near the end of the alley with another man. The man pushed Mack up against the wall similar to John's previous position. John thought to himself that Mack was getting what he deserved. Then the man pulled out a gun and shot Mack. The man ran away as soon as it happened. Mack slowly slid down the wall with a streak of red making a path down to the ground. John was in shock. He didn't know what to do. He ran over to Mack and dropped to his knees. He held Mack in his arms. The blood seemed never ending. He couldn't help but think it looked like a scene right out of a movie, but this was reality. He kept telling Mack he would be alright. He thought he was lying. Mack suddenly opened his mouth and very slowly tried to talk to John. John was able to make out the words; "I'm sorry". John started to cry. He was disgusted with himself, but in that moment, that moment of shame, he finally knew the reason he was given this powerful ability. It was not to help himself, but to help others. As he held Mack in his arms and his tears rolled off his face on to Mack he placed his hand over Mack's wound. John could feel it. He could feel the wound appearing inside of himself. You see, his ability was not to give people pain, that was his curse, his ability was that he could take pain away. He finally knew that as the wound disappeared from Mack and appeared in himself. The blood started to pour out of himself. But he wasn't scared. He simply layed down knowing this was what he was meant for. John knew that if he realised his potential earlier he could have saved many more, but he died with the satisfaction of saving at least one. And that was enough.