If the aliens of yesterday’s post know what’s good for them, they will live-stream the inauguration from whatever planet, galaxy, or spaceship they’re hiding in so that they know this United States thing is still capable of achieving some good things now and again.
There are good things happening on Earth, no matter how shitty the planet may seem.
This morning I read about a man in China who hangs out at this bridge every weekend so that he can save people who go there to jump. As it turns out, this gem has saved 320 lives! What a karma-creating habit; the man surely generates enough of it for his entire family. I began to wonder how he goes about doing this deed. Surely, bridge jumpers are not easily swayed by words from just any bystander. This guy has to be a pro at saving people. He must have his methods. And, well, based on two photos accompanying this reading, it appears this man gets physical about it. He manhandles them to safety, pulling them away from ledges non-solicitously, whether they want his rescue services or not. And most unfortunately, I’m sure there are plenty in that 320 that were in too dark of a place to properly thank him for what he’s done.
That’s the true test of a saint, I’d guess: saving lives no matter how ungracious the saved.
I could see myself doing a couple dozen saves on a bridge (let’s say for my scenario, the Casciano in New Jersey, the closest major bridge to me) after having had enough. Why just a couple dozen, you’re wondering? Well, have you been to New Jersey? We can be a difficult breed. I don’t think I can face 300 successive confrontations from New Jersey natives. I’d be more comfortable rescuing people on bridges in China instead. This way, if anyone tells me to fuck myself, it’s in another language.
In all seriousness, if I thought someone could use my help, I’d be there. No matter the place. If this post is catching anyone at a tough time, please forgive my clumsy attempt at current events. Do feel free to reach out to me with your troubles.
We’ll talk tomorrow.