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 lies his father.

Voices converge all around him.

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.

A 911 call to our future...

The answer to all of our problems lies within the ideal 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 manipulation.

We all know what the right thing to do is.

What prevents us from moving forward is the familiarity of our own doleful ignorance.

Our collective refusal to accepting that everything changes.

Nothing has ever in the entire universe stayed the same.

We either accept that, or we find ourselves at odds with life.

We will find ourselves always are at odds with the news, with people in line, in traffic, at the grocery store, at the DMV, at places of worship, at places of amusement, fellow diners, our community, our neighbor next door.

The list is as endless as living itself.

We can make the promise of heaven here and now.

We, the hero, can accept the call of the future, too.

"Do Right Now."

Peace

DFrey