I’m perched atop a 40-storey building, taking in the breathtaking vistas the world underneath offered. The chaos has always fascinated me. Everyone thinks that they are moving in an organized manner, following rules, being disciplined, but from my vantage point up here I can spot the complete disarray they are in. That sums up their lives as well.
Last week I swooped in and stopped a truck that would have plowed into children at a bus stop. The week before, I literally jumped in the line of fire to save the customers of a 7-eleven from a gun-toting robber. I have dragged a drowning amphibious duck tours vehicle ashore, rescued people from burning buildings and even saved kittens from trees.
At first, there was adulation. Everyone rejoiced that they had a superhero amidst them – a guardian angel if you will. They showered me with gratitude and gifts. Designer labels, fancy car, free meals at swanky restaurants, gorgeous girls throwing themselves at me – life was indeed great.
Soon, their irresponsibility became my responsibility. They expected me to right their wrongs. No one cared that I’m dressed in shabby clothes these days; no one asks if I had a decent meal.
I spot a mother walking with her daughter, carrying purchases from Gucci. My X-Ray vision shows that she has nearly five grand in her purse. I do the math in my head. Two second tops.
Maybe, tonight I will dine at the new Greek restaurant after I pay my overdue rent.
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