Everyday´s Heroes
Aug 28, 2021 14:20:41 GMT -5
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Post by Eron Hunter on Aug 28, 2021 14:20:41 GMT -5
The night was long and the thoughts many...
He sat on the sofa, forearms behind his head, looking up toward direction ceiling. It was one of those nights in which he thoughts about his past, especially about that time of the past, in which he was still part of his family. Not that he wasn´t part of it now, he was sure his family members thought about him a lot, but he wasn´t there with them. He didn´t share the daily thoughts with them nor did he share his meals with them and did not partake in the family discussions.
…But he remembered the times in which his mother hugged him and his father told him to come and sit beside him. He remembered the stories his father used to tell him, stories of heroes. Not mythological creatures, like hydras and dragons, no. His father told him stories about everyday´s heroes. People like you and me who fought for what they believed in.
There was one day, a day like many, in which his father spoke to him…
The sun was setting down, and the old man was sitting on the veranda. Eron was looking at him from not far away. He wanted to go near his father and look him in the eyes, telling him to tell Eron one of his usual stories about the heroes of everyday life. The old man looked over his shoulder and smiled.” Come and sit near me, my son” he said. Eron didn´t wait for a second sentence, he walked towards the man, towards his father, and sat near him looking him in the eyes.
The old man caressed the youngsters head.” You know dear son, life Is a river full of hardships and battles against the stream, are in the day's order for each one that swims in that very river”, the old man said looking in the eyes of his young boy. The youngster sat there, listening with all his might. “Life is a battle in which we do not only fight for ourselves...
…No.
We also, day in and day out, Fight for the Fallen!!!”
The youngster looked at the old man, slowly nodding in agreement, even if he didn´t comprehend at first, he was only a child after all. The old man smiled, caressing his son's head for some more instants. He then calmly resumed his speech.
“There are people in this world, my son, who have sacrificed their lives so that people like you and me can live a peaceful one so that normal people like us can live a tranquil life. South Italy is a poor piece of land, my son, but the people are welcoming and warmhearted, although they fight against many hardships, day in and day out, they fight and try not to give up.
But it is a difficult battle, my son.
Italy has seen some difficult times, in its history.
There were times, in which some of us became radicals, the time of Fascism.
But even then, many of us didn´t give up, the Partisan, people like you and me who grabbed their weapons and fought against the Fascism, so that you and I could live a simply tranquil life. They sacrificed their lives, just so that Italy could have a placid future of calm and prosperity.
We could live a simple life, but it was not a tranquil one, dear son, it was plagued by poverty and Crime. In these poverty-filled days, Crime flourished. The Mafia, Camorra, Ndrangheta, and every version of it, bloomed like a poisonous flower, taking people´s breath away.
But even then, there were everyday heroes, like Giovanni Falcone, who fought with all their might against The Mafia, so that children could grow up happy and without fear for themselves. People like Judge Falcone, who was executed by The Mafia because he was about to destroy them and leave no thug standing.
These people fought for us, my son, and we should live every day of our lives not only fighting for our existence, not only fighting for ourselves but also fighting for those that gave their lives just so that we could afford to live a tranquil reality. The fight is not over, my son; we still fight every day in and out, but we do not only fight for ourselves, no…
…We also Fight for the Fallen!!”
Those were the words his father spoke to him, one of the nights in which they sat and talked together. Eron was nothing more than a whippersnapper at the time, but he remembered perfectly every word his father uttered. He took those words and made them his. His superego, his conscience, his way of life.
Eron sat straight up, looking at the ceiling. Those words spoken a long time ago touched his heart profoundly, and it happened so that Eron Hunter became a warrior who fought not only for himself but also for all the everyday heroes of this world, people who day in and day out gave it their all so that others could live a happy life.
Eron Hunter was a simple man
He led a simple life
But even if his life was not one of a superhero, he did all possible to right the wrongdoings of others in his immediate surroundings. That is why he could not stand trickery, evilness, and debauchery. That is why he always fought against the immediate evil, be that evil named Keith Williams…
…Or be that the other thug, whose name Eron couldn’t remember.
That is why Eron sought allies
Allies like Jesse Jamester
Or Lord Dominicus.
The night was long and the thoughts many.
He had enough time to think about thoughts
No sleep tonight.
He sat on the sofa, forearms behind his head, looking up toward direction ceiling. It was one of those nights in which he thoughts about his past, especially about that time of the past, in which he was still part of his family. Not that he wasn´t part of it now, he was sure his family members thought about him a lot, but he wasn´t there with them. He didn´t share the daily thoughts with them nor did he share his meals with them and did not partake in the family discussions.
…But he remembered the times in which his mother hugged him and his father told him to come and sit beside him. He remembered the stories his father used to tell him, stories of heroes. Not mythological creatures, like hydras and dragons, no. His father told him stories about everyday´s heroes. People like you and me who fought for what they believed in.
There was one day, a day like many, in which his father spoke to him…
The sun was setting down, and the old man was sitting on the veranda. Eron was looking at him from not far away. He wanted to go near his father and look him in the eyes, telling him to tell Eron one of his usual stories about the heroes of everyday life. The old man looked over his shoulder and smiled.” Come and sit near me, my son” he said. Eron didn´t wait for a second sentence, he walked towards the man, towards his father, and sat near him looking him in the eyes.
The old man caressed the youngsters head.” You know dear son, life Is a river full of hardships and battles against the stream, are in the day's order for each one that swims in that very river”, the old man said looking in the eyes of his young boy. The youngster sat there, listening with all his might. “Life is a battle in which we do not only fight for ourselves...
…No.
We also, day in and day out, Fight for the Fallen!!!”
The youngster looked at the old man, slowly nodding in agreement, even if he didn´t comprehend at first, he was only a child after all. The old man smiled, caressing his son's head for some more instants. He then calmly resumed his speech.
“There are people in this world, my son, who have sacrificed their lives so that people like you and me can live a peaceful one so that normal people like us can live a tranquil life. South Italy is a poor piece of land, my son, but the people are welcoming and warmhearted, although they fight against many hardships, day in and day out, they fight and try not to give up.
But it is a difficult battle, my son.
Italy has seen some difficult times, in its history.
There were times, in which some of us became radicals, the time of Fascism.
But even then, many of us didn´t give up, the Partisan, people like you and me who grabbed their weapons and fought against the Fascism, so that you and I could live a simply tranquil life. They sacrificed their lives, just so that Italy could have a placid future of calm and prosperity.
We could live a simple life, but it was not a tranquil one, dear son, it was plagued by poverty and Crime. In these poverty-filled days, Crime flourished. The Mafia, Camorra, Ndrangheta, and every version of it, bloomed like a poisonous flower, taking people´s breath away.
But even then, there were everyday heroes, like Giovanni Falcone, who fought with all their might against The Mafia, so that children could grow up happy and without fear for themselves. People like Judge Falcone, who was executed by The Mafia because he was about to destroy them and leave no thug standing.
These people fought for us, my son, and we should live every day of our lives not only fighting for our existence, not only fighting for ourselves but also fighting for those that gave their lives just so that we could afford to live a tranquil reality. The fight is not over, my son; we still fight every day in and out, but we do not only fight for ourselves, no…
…We also Fight for the Fallen!!”
Those were the words his father spoke to him, one of the nights in which they sat and talked together. Eron was nothing more than a whippersnapper at the time, but he remembered perfectly every word his father uttered. He took those words and made them his. His superego, his conscience, his way of life.
Eron sat straight up, looking at the ceiling. Those words spoken a long time ago touched his heart profoundly, and it happened so that Eron Hunter became a warrior who fought not only for himself but also for all the everyday heroes of this world, people who day in and day out gave it their all so that others could live a happy life.
Eron Hunter was a simple man
He led a simple life
But even if his life was not one of a superhero, he did all possible to right the wrongdoings of others in his immediate surroundings. That is why he could not stand trickery, evilness, and debauchery. That is why he always fought against the immediate evil, be that evil named Keith Williams…
…Or be that the other thug, whose name Eron couldn’t remember.
That is why Eron sought allies
Allies like Jesse Jamester
Or Lord Dominicus.
The night was long and the thoughts many.
He had enough time to think about thoughts
No sleep tonight.
