Super Powers
If I woke up tomorrow and found out I had super powers I would hope that it would be enabling myself to become invisible and visible at my demand, as a result I believe that I would be mentally and spiritually exhilarated.
Having this super power would change the community and possibly change as much of the world in which I would be able to case. I would invisibly loot banks and stores during hours of closing, and give to those who are behind on car and home loans by putting money in their mailboxes. I would also go to neighborhoods and schools of children who are less fortunate, giving them clothes, shoes, books and toys. I would retaliate on rapist, murders and child molesters by painting them in a non-removable shade of green so as to cast them out for all to beware. I would also gain entrance to all drug houses and discard of all drugs while the dealers were not watching and give the money back to the communities by building playgrounds, planting new trees and landscaping, and opening community centers for young children to have fun and a safehaven from all of the daily atrocities.
I would rather remain anonymous for my good deeds as people do tend to cling around when one has fortune, fame or notoriety, and sometimes the person offering the act of kindness looks for glory and self-gratification. About three weeks ago my fourteen-year-old son and I were sitting in the driveway at a local Hardees restaurant waiting on our order. A strange man lingered around looking that of a vagabond, hauling numerous amounts of bags on his back and the handlebars of the undersized bike in which he was riding. He parked his bike and proceeded to come to the drive through window located next to my car door. I thought he was going to beg for money from me or ask the employee to give him some free food. Instead he did the unthinkable. He kneeled down between the driver side door of my vehicle and the drive through window of the restaurant. I locked my doors and watched cautiously as he stood up with the biggest smile on his face beaming at the change he had picked up that was dropped on the ground by someone more fortunate than he. I felt so bad I rolled my window down and gave him ten dollars and the food that my son and I had just ordered. He asked me if I could spare anything else; give him a ride or give him food for later. I told him that he should be thankful and that there was someone doing worse than he was. I was a little livid. He thanked me and I headed home thinking of how ungrateful and selfish the homeless man was. My son had no understanding and questioned what I had just done. Without any explanation, I assured him that we had just been blessed. He was hungry and did not accept my actions. I told him he should not judge my actions, or me I decided on stopping at a steakhouse which was in route to our home, putting an end to my son’s agitation.
With having my super power of invisibility, there would be no need to have my name on marquee, no need for media attention or my home phone ringing for interviews on the morning talk show. I would smile with great self-contention because no man for whom I would do any phenomenal act for would have a heaven or hell to place me. It would be my higher power for whom I am sure would be pleased and have great approval; consequently, determining my fate.
If I woke up tomorrow and found out I had super powers I would hope that it would be enabling myself to become invisible and visible at my demand, as a result I believe that I would be mentally and spiritually exhilarated.
Having this super power would change the community and possibly change as much of the world in which I would be able to case. I would invisibly loot banks and stores during hours of closing, and give to those who are behind on car and home loans by putting money in their mailboxes. I would also go to neighborhoods and schools of children who are less fortunate, giving them clothes, shoes, books and toys. I would retaliate on rapist, murders and child molesters by painting them in a non-removable shade of green so as to cast them out for all to beware. I would also gain entrance to all drug houses and discard of all drugs while the dealers were not watching and give the money back to the communities by building playgrounds, planting new trees and landscaping, and opening community centers for young children to have fun and a safehaven from all of the daily atrocities.
I would rather remain anonymous for my good deeds as people do tend to cling around when one has fortune, fame or notoriety, and sometimes the person offering the act of kindness looks for glory and self-gratification. About three weeks ago my fourteen-year-old son and I were sitting in the driveway at a local Hardees restaurant waiting on our order. A strange man lingered around looking that of a vagabond, hauling numerous amounts of bags on his back and the handlebars of the undersized bike in which he was riding. He parked his bike and proceeded to come to the drive through window located next to my car door. I thought he was going to beg for money from me or ask the employee to give him some free food. Instead he did the unthinkable. He kneeled down between the driver side door of my vehicle and the drive through window of the restaurant. I locked my doors and watched cautiously as he stood up with the biggest smile on his face beaming at the change he had picked up that was dropped on the ground by someone more fortunate than he. I felt so bad I rolled my window down and gave him ten dollars and the food that my son and I had just ordered. He asked me if I could spare anything else; give him a ride or give him food for later. I told him that he should be thankful and that there was someone doing worse than he was. I was a little livid. He thanked me and I headed home thinking of how ungrateful and selfish the homeless man was. My son had no understanding and questioned what I had just done. Without any explanation, I assured him that we had just been blessed. He was hungry and did not accept my actions. I told him he should not judge my actions, or me I decided on stopping at a steakhouse which was in route to our home, putting an end to my son’s agitation.
With having my super power of invisibility, there would be no need to have my name on marquee, no need for media attention or my home phone ringing for interviews on the morning talk show. I would smile with great self-contention because no man for whom I would do any phenomenal act for would have a heaven or hell to place me. It would be my higher power for whom I am sure would be pleased and have great approval; consequently, determining my fate.
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