Sunday, July 4, 2010

He Stands Alone in a "No Parking" Zone



Who is that white giant parked among the trees on the side of the freeway?

Is he a preacher, spreading the good news . . . ?

Is he a lawyer, a governor, a U.S. Senator or a president maybe?

Could he be the military leader who led the Texas army to victory at the
Battle of San Jacinto in April 1836?

He must be fearless to stand among the hecklers, make such bold "I believe" statements and weather the storms of change and progressive thinking.

"Be men, be free men, that your children may bless their father's name."

His clothes makes me think he made history sometime during the early 19th Century.

Did he have a chance to go to school or did he have to work on the farm?

Maybe it's because he only had six months of schooling that he said,
"Knowledge is the food of genius, and my son, let no opportunity escape you to treasure up knowledge."

Who was his father? What was he taught? Life as a pioneer must have been harsh and war must have been inconceivable . . . .

Maybe he learned life's lessons at the feet of a widowed mother?


This giant stands alone among the trees.

But maybe he isn't alone.

Maybe we, the travelers, have been beside him all along.



Surely we aren't his only audience. He must have some feathered friends, furry creatures and other various insignificant somebodies visit from time to time and stand beside him, with him.



There he stands, bold, upright, courageous, silently expounding his beliefs to passing travelers.

"I am aware that in presenting myself as the advocate of the Indians and their rights, I shall stand very much alone."


Does he stand alone in a "No Parking" zone?

He couldn't be standing alone in a "No Parking" zone. I am color blind, and I am sitting beside this white giant. I'm listening to understand what Sam Houston has to say.

Where do you stand?
Do you stand alone?

I imagine sometimes it may feel alone, but there are millions of feathered friends, furry creatures and other various seemingly insignificant somebodies who stand beside you, with you . . . always . . . .

Cherish freedom, ya'll,

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