Twenty-Five Percent

[ShuutokuTentei]

Twenty-Five Percent

It was the years promise even with covered streets of asphalt and
walkways of reinforced concrete. With a mighty gesture did one small
flower push its way between the cracks of the pavement reaching toward
the sunlight of God and life. Those who saw it prized it’s tenacity
and tenacious zest to be, thus walking around it as they dodged the
trash bins and read the graffiti laden walls of the city. They were
reminded as a hand flashed red, then green, signaling danger or safety
that even the turmoil of life could not hold back the Spring. A
magical time of the year when life renews itself and the anguish of
the winters hibernation evades us and we are energized by its mere
presence and expectation. Spring brings hope for both the rich and
privileged, poor and homeless. Gods blessing of Spring is withheld to
none.
April 2010 - “Heroic homeless man, stabbed after saving a Queens
woman from a knife-wielding attacker, lay dying in a pool of blood for
more than an hour as nearly 25 people indifferently strolled past him,
a shocking surveillance video obtained by The Post reveals.”
His name was Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax. He was thirty-one years
old. He will not be participating in the joyous celebration of Spring
this year. Instead, he will be a spot on the news, a momentary blog,
a can you believe it or not text message between can we hook up, or
don‘t forget to bring home ice cream. He will be another video stored
in the police vault of life, or perhaps show up on another insidious
talk show because someone ran out of a building and took a picture of
him with their cell phone before walking off.
Mr. Yax was starred at, gawked at, leaned over, pick up and
shook, and gratuitously ignored by all who passed him by until the
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter of his life slowly waned from him.
Yet not so very far away a small but beautiful flower reaching out
toward God, is protected by all who pass it. It is guarded with all
the zest and commitment of those who value its uniqueness in an
asphalt jungle. You see it is said that seventy-five percent of all
the people in America are Christians. Surely then it must have been
the twenty-five percent who were not Christians that passed this
heroic man in repose. Or was it?

ShuutokuTentei
RS 2010





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