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Thursday, April 16, 2020

April 15, 2020

In the dark world of the Corona virus, people would ask why would I do this?  Why would I go out of my safe home and go out and risk my body in something that would slowly kill me.  To me, it's remembering why I wear the uniform.  Remembering all the bullying, all the bigotry all the betrayal, all the criticisms, and worse ALL THE FALSE PROMISES!  I remember each time I gout during the good times, I was always the celebrity, I was always "Batman." And I remember the promise I made all the good people of the city I love, the city I love, Boston.   If I don't go out in the misery of hell, if I don't get up after each fall, then every promise I made, and every I represent would be thrown out the window.  I would make the true name and meaning of Batman mean nothing.  That's why I keep fighting.  That's why I'm pushing myself.  Being in danger, being hated; but returning with love.
I take the proper precautions, washing the uniform, showering, sanitizing, before and after the patrols, giving everything all I got.
I started in Downtown.  The push is always hard.  I worse the face mask of a xenomorph for the first time in a while.  I covered new areas, this was a time to experiment as getting better.  I tried the same routes, I work old routes.  I saw a men wear HAZMAT suits, already seems like the apocalypse.  I tried the North End officially for the first time.  In this there was a man walking his dog.  Even in times like these there is still love.  I check to see if people are alright, especially at this time.  People were more welcome, knowing that a hero is here to keep the city from falling.  There are times it hurts more.  Like an officer passing by.  Allowing me to go, but asking me not top be creepy.  Pains like these still hurts.  But I helped a homeless man who was panicking because he missed a bus trying to get to some place safe.  I calmed him down.  I had two cereal bars to give him.  He felt good.  He asked for a smoke.  I also tried to calm him down, not to harass the other people.  I even asked him to use breathing exercises.  But it wasn't enough, he still went thru panic.  As I walked thru the streets.  I see garbage, all over the streets, most out of the bags themselves.  In the times we are in, we are letting our own planet die.  How can we get out of this if there is no place to return?  Even thou I felt I failed that day, I keep going.  If not for me, it's for the people I love.  I will DO MY JOB!  BOSTON STRONG!