Wednesday, August 3, 2016
August 2, 2016
I concentrated on a section of Boston I knew well of but wanted to cover new territory. As I passed a darker section, I noticed an odd man who was behind a young woman. I looked to check to make sure there's no problem. As it turned out he put his cigarette on the ground to snuff it out, keeping the path farther. All's well. I mismanaged one of the streets to go to, a mistake that would soon be a pattern. The street that I was going to go up, fortunately or unfortunately depending on how to look, was occupied with construction. I soon cut thru the middle in a park, where I heard Shakespeare, hopefully not a tragedy. As I crossed a section, I noticed a young man having an evil eye, & holding his cell phone. Talking was out of the question, since he would feel it would a threat or an attack. Ignoring was the only option, & remembering a statement I always give to my fellow real life superheroes, "Act & feel as if you have a bull's eye all over your body with everyone as the hunter but never feel inclined to have an itchy finger to make things worse," Words now that I was living by. I really wanted to go to a certain section to avoid problems, but I kept running into dead ends. And asking for directions, imagine a guy dressed funny asking a total stranger how to get some place. Awkward! As I reached one part, I noticed very dim lights along the path. Near future, I'm getting head lamps. As well, I saw a drunk black man, rambling using the "n-word" in the end of all his phrases. As much as I wanted to calm him down, I felt he was on a hair trigger, to do anything that would make things worse. So I kept one eye open until we were far apart. I kept walking farther from my destination. But I soon got a sign that reminded me of a story a while ago with a friend talking about the origins of the word, "Hell." As it described not a pit of fire with the devil & eternal damnation, but a valley where people dumped garbage, waste, & unwanted people in there, forgive me it was a while since I heard the story. But what I firmly remember saying is that, "Hell is a state of mind." The same can be said of fear. As I crossed an alley with two groups of people hanging out. Trouble or no, reporting it would be hard since at the time, until I realized, I didn't know where I was. I found the nearest train station & my patrol ended. "As I crossed the valley of death, I shall fear no evil."