January 24, 2020

If there was anyway that would describe the patrol in Downtown, it was action-packed.  As I was getting out of the garage, I noticed a man that was waiting by the stairs.  Not knowing what was going on, I did ask if he was okay.  He did smile, not as if it was a smirk, I do remember that one when I got attacked last September, this was more humorful. H e said he was okay.  I explained who I was.  I noticed there was a sign that was taking about flower art.  I complimented his drawing.  He said it was simple, but I told him that simple can be modest and beautiful too.  I gave him one of my cereal bars.  He offered me a powdered donut, but I had to refuse.  White powder on black gloves, not a good look.  I noticed a new night club along my path towards State Street.  As I went to the State Room: A Longwood Venue where I saw two men in suits who spotted me and asked questions.  They were very interested and one told be he knew Brazilian martial arts.  I do see him as a possible sparring star and a future action star.  Going thru the club area by Faneuil Hall, there was a lot of people who showed appreciation.  It shows that I made an impact and the strength to keep doing what I can do.  One person even complemented what I do, especially with the fact I had a nice cape.  The flirts might be good, but I am still a professional and taking advantage of the people I am trying to help is against the code.  I had to redirect my direction, knowing there was activity the usual route.  But it was still effective nonetheless.  There was something of concern thou over at Haymarket.  As I passed, I believe was White Bull Tavern, I noticed a homeless man peeking thru the window watching the club dancing.  I was very nervous as it would cause concern for the other clubbers inside, and put it this way.  I think we were taught not to peek inside a restaurant and peek at the customers as it would be considered rude behavior.  But I was nervous as it would, at best, considered uncomfortable for others in a sense of fear or possible harassment, & at worse, possible sights for targets for possible crimes.  But my goal wasn't to predict that outcome, but more prevent it from happening so no dire consequence would happen.  I tried talking to man asking him to from the window.  he refused.  I knew he was mentally impared (I know it was a tough this to say at this time.  But this was the possible case and I have to say what I say what I see and experience with no bias whatsoever.)  He refused, showing a lot of stubbornness into thinking he deserved to be there.  Even with the impairment, I tried to be as  gentle as possible, knowing a panic might happen if there is any mishap that might possible happen.  He kept telling me to leave him alone.  As  thought I got him out of the way, he moved to another side of the window.  I managed to tell the bounce, but he said he was alright doing no harm.  My breath sighed, hoping so and not anticipating a worse-case scenario.  I know what it is to be like to be judged in situations like this.  But I also understand that I still have to have a behavior that is respectable, since people do get judgmental.  Any action, no matter what can have consequences.  Both good and bad.  I will probably try in the future to learn how to deal situations like these better in order to prevent unwanted fear and/or possible tougher situations in a dignified manner to be better able to handle them in the future.

As I went thru the club area near the West End, I saw a lot of people who remembered me from the past.  You know you made an impression when you show you have a positive impact on people.  There were a couple of men hanging around a 7-Eleven nearby, asking me questions.  I was also concerned about a possible impairment of one of the men.  The other said he was okay, so I gave them cereal bars.  The impaired man came to me, and I calmed him down telling him I'm not the police.  Pictures were pretty common as always, after all, it's not everyday you're seeing a superhero. I managed to go to Dunkin Donuts to get my iced coffee.  I changed my walk rout a little bit.  I saw a man standing by City Hall Plaza.  He said he was okay, but he was very impressed that a superhero came by to check on him.  He asked my name.  Even thou I told him, he wanted to write it down.  I gave him one of my cards to make it easier.  I managed to see a reporter from WCVB-TV Channel 5 outside the area doing a story.  I waited so I wouldn't photobomb the report.  Afterward, I'm hopeful for some good exposure.  Passing by the clubs, it's good to check with the bouncers to see if everything is okay.  I soon went to another area where I thought I saw someone possibly drunk.  I went by and checked.  Thankfully she was alright.  It was also great that I got a hug too.  It was assured as I checked on others to make sure everyone is okay and people knowing how concerned of a hero I am.

The second go around started tough but ended better.  As I passed by Haymarket again, a Boston Police officer spotted me.  Unsure as he was he asked about me?  I explained, and he asked, I believe, if I was "mentally cleared."  I will have to say something right now.  Most of the Boston Police have treated me with nothing but decency and respect.  But to have an officer asked me a question like that is extremely disrespectful.  I'm not trying to be PC about this.  After all, I was made fun of with my disability for a long time, both as a civilian and as a hero.  We all remember in the real life superhero Facebook community of Octavious Fong and the Rolling Eye of Doom & Circus Jaxs keep making disability jokes.  I can deal with that.  As a real life superhero, you do have to have a thick skin.  People will make fun of you, especially dressing strange, it does raise eyebrows.  That isn't the case.  A police officer, no matter if it's Boston, New York, Atlanta, or Dedham; have to hold a higher standard.  Police are role models that people see that they can trust.  Remarks like that not only hurt themselves and the entire community.  If any attitudes like that is seen by anyone else, it hurts the trust of others and breaks the faith that they can be the ones to trust.  To anyone there who is in law enforcement or any kind of profession that helps others; never show bias and never judge.  One bad experience from an officer can affect a citizen in so many hurtful ways.  I try to show no bias, as being a real life superhero taught me to be more tolerant of others, as who am I to judge for the outfit I wear, what I do, or the people I'm friends with.  If I do show that bias, then I am no better a person, and an even worse real life superhero to show that kind of attitude.

I passed by the West End again.  To see the people around the area is so amazing, as I saw a couple hanging around a hotel.  They were very impressed with me & it shows I can help.  I passed by some ladies.  One of them, a birthday girl, and told me a man called her a very nasty name.  I assured her that she is a lady and that no one has a right to insult like that.  We talked a little bit about one another.  We gave each other a hug, a good sign that I'm doing a great job.  I finished by a sidewalk by State Street.  As a lady was waiting by the walk light, and I saw the man waiting as if he was hanging around with a backpack nearby as the lady was talking on the phone.  As both stayed, I stared at both to make sure there was no funny business.  Thankfully, there wasn't.  It wasn't actually fight a criminal, but deterrence from a criminal from performing a criminal act, is actually more of a victory that you realize.  Less trauma on the victim, from preventing a disaster to take place, by simply watching the situation, standing guard, just in case anything goes wrong.  A great patrol!