Sunday, September 9, 2018
As I managed to pump myself up with P Diddy Come with Me, I managed to unleash my inner Triple H. As I patrolled, I felt more in tune. As well, I noticed less people in shock. That's when you feel like one in the crowd. I managed to get into more detail, more bars on the border to cover, more streets to check on. It felt like I knew exactly what I was doing. I was going to do Chinatown, but I found out Friday there was an event as told by the flags. As I noticed parked cars as I was crossing the common, but they were ride-sharing cars like Uber, I still have butterflies. As I was crossing one corner, a homeless man came up to me. It doesn't matter if you are a civilian or Darth Vader, a person in need is always welcome help from anyone. He asked for a sweater, due to the weather becoming increasingly colder. I wish could've helped him. Even removing a mask I would stand out in the stores, but nevertheless, they would be closed. I told him to go to St. Anthony's Shrine. It was a hunch, but I thought they would take in homeless people. I pray I was right, as he crossed St. Francis House, it was closed. I told him he had worth. It gave him hope, but unfortunately it was very little. I saw it was hard for him to cheer up. I doubt a granola bar would make him feel better. I did what I could, but I wasn't satisfied. That man needed help. I remember a comic book, Heroes For Hunger. It talked about people in Ethiopia who were starving, and even the combined forces of Superman, Batman, & Lex Luthor couldn't help. There are some things superheroes can't do, an unfortunate reality, but we should always strive to better. That's the true super. I am pushing harder and I feel more confident. I feel like my time will soon come. Hopefully, it won't be like last week.