It was a few days a go I saw a poster of missing person. She was about my age, maybe less. But she had so many people concerned about her. There were three phone numbers. I knew the area, as well as the area concerned. I thought I could help. In so many ways, I had so many plans. But by the time I called one of the numbers. I soon found out she died. I was too late. I still keep kept the photo I took on cell phone as a reminder. Yes, the pain of failure is normal in the real life superhero community. We are superheroes, not gods. Yet I prefer being the former, rather than the latter.
Bring on today. With all the hells I've been thru, & the ones that I am facing now. This was my first Sunday patrol in Boston at night. I felt a load on my shoulders. Then I looked at that photo. She, and the people like her, the victims; why I have to fight, why I have my soul on the line. And I went the same area. And I felt confident. Every fear I had was gone. It was silent. Rarely did I meet people, the closest someone called me Count Dracula, at least it wasn't Team Edward or Team Jacob. But I got smarter, I got braver, I got wiser. For the first time, I faced the devil's mighty men, & won.
