FOUNDATION FILES: "READER" (Part 1)

A Girl and Her Yellow Boots

Therapy is for people with problems right?  I don't have problems, or at least I didn't think so.  My boss said that I had to see a therapist, that I couldn't come back to work until I at least started going once a week.  Thought it would be a good way to deal with my...incident. But I don't talk to people often, nor do I like to.  So the (quack) therapist suggested starting a blog to try and tell people about myself, to try and explain who I am and why I do what I do.  Talk about my family.  I don't like to do things half-assed, so I figured if I'm going to talk about myself and where I come from, I gotta start from the beginning, at least the beginning I know. So here goes...

The year was 1930, a significant time in the world.  Mahatma Ghandi had just completed the Salt March, an event integral to the independence movement of India from British Rule.  The (then) planet Pluto was discovered by Clyde W. Tombaugh, though many decades later it would be downgraded to a "dwarf planet".  In the USSR, Joseph Stalin began the collectivization of land and agriculture, taking away independent owners farmlands and combining them into large land masses for the use of all, peasants and government alike, with or without permission of the owners themselves.  It was a time of change, some for the good and some for he bad.  It was time of great upheaval for the people in the world, including my family. There were very bad times on the horizon, and looking at the world today, it hasn't gotten much better.  I should know.  But in Supara Valley, California, another, more joyous event occured on May 5th, 1930. Something that would later go one to help define the lives of many people in this world.  But I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me give you a little background information, if you don't mind.

The Red Gem was a staple in downtown Supara, with its many patrons being construction workers, electricians, architects, and designers that were there to help Supara Valley grow into the bustling metropolis it is today.  The diner was famous for its fantastic sandwiches, most notably the Morning Sunset, and cheeseburger with bacon, mayo, and a fried egg on top.  Many called the diner one of the crown jewels of the city, despite its relatively small stature.  Its propietor, Michael Wilson, was an upstanding member of the community.  Always willing to lend a hand or ear, Michael was a man who loved to help other people.  Whether they be someone going through a crisis, or a teenager looking for their first job, Michael was there for people when they needed him most.  An avid church-goer and devout Catholic, Michael's faith was the cornerstone of his personality.  He believed in forgiveness, and the possibility in the good of everyone, and that belief in God can heal all wounds.  He was a model citizen, always willing to lend a helping hand.

One day, a young Hispanic woman from Mexico named Elena wandered into the diner looking for a job.  Micheal was hesitant at first, due to not knowing any Spanish except for what he'd heard from others at mass and around his neighborhood.  But he could tell the young lady needed help.  She was nervous, and clearly stressed being in unfamiliar territory.  Spanish was her native language, but she had been learning English from a relative who was born in the U.S. and had basic grasp of the language.  Elena was desperate for a job, needing to help her mother and father with bills and the obstacles of immigrating to America.  Despite all the unknown factors and barriers presented to him, Michael took a chance on Elena.  He used contacted a friend at the local library who knew Spanish and asked for help in translating, while he learned for himself in order to better communicate with his new coworker.

Elena quickly became a favorite at the Red Gem.  The people around town loved to be waited on by her.  She had a natural way of interacting with people, making them comfortable from the moment they left.  She was kind, caring, and always did what she had to to take care of her customers.  She always took pride in her work, even if was just waiting tables and bringing people their coffee.  She believed, with hard work, anything was possible. The tips people left, despite some of them not having a lot of money, were very generous and showed just how much people appreciated Elena's level of service.  She quickly became Michael's favorite and most trusted employee.  He always made sure she had enough money to help put food on the table for her family, and sat and listened when she needed someone.  They were also both devout, and Michael started going to Sunday Morning mass with Elena's family, yet another common quality they shared with each other.

With the language barriers becoming a non-factor, it was only a matter of time before the two progressed further in the dynamic they had created.  While he wouldn't normally do this, Michael invited Elena to a dinner, for just the two of them.  Elena was hesitant, but couldn't hide the fact that she was definitely interested in him. She knew it beforehand, actually, due to something unique about her. Elena could read minds, a secret she had held from even those closest to her.  But Elena could not hide it any longer.  After their first date, Michael walked Elena home.  Michael clearly wanted to kiss her but resisted, not wanting to move too fast.  Thats when Elena confessed that she knew what he was thinking, and urged him to finally act on the feeling he'd been harboring since the moment they met.  During this, Elena and Michael connected mentally, and they shared their deepest secrets, desires, and dreams with each other, in an instant.  At that moment, they began a journey that would not only define them, but due to their future with each other, many other individuals and the world itself, in ways they could not even imagine.

It's getting late, and I need to be getting some sleep.  The world today is a dangerous place, and I need to be at my best if I'm going to be strong enough to help fix it.  There's a man out there that needs brought to justice, and it's my job to do so.  I'm the only one who can.  My therapist thinks I need to do this, in order to deal with some "anger management" and abandonment issues I have. While I have trouble listening to this quack, I have to admit, this is therapeutic.  It helps me remember who I am, and the legacy I'm trying to live up to.  I'll be back tomorrow night...hopefully.

         - EMW