When you hear about the actions of a guy that has saved 15 people from a fire, a bank robbery that was stopped by a security guard, damn, that's when you say NORMAL PEOPLE ROCKS!!In a world that's surrounded by crappy advertising, fake politicians, scams by "the powers that be", I get to feel proud of being normal. Just plain normal and common. No fancy banners or brands that influence my behavior. Just me.
Since this post is supposed to be about anything that fits in the "Normal People" category, I'll leave you with a short story.
Her name was Juanita Fernandez. She used to live in the country, 'til she moved to the city. With few experience in this new way of living, she walked to the park.
Among the pidgeons that lurked for food, there were a couple of children. Sam and Leonor. Feeding the birds was part of their free time activities. Juanita walked to those two, and asked, as a stranger gets to asks, how she could find a place to stay. Leonor said that 'you could stay at home with us, lady', but Sam didn't want to bring an adult home. It would be weird, if mother saw them trying to hide her in their room.
Juanita, then, had an idea: if they could open their window, then mother shouldn't notice her, and the kids wouldn't get in trouble. A great idea.
As the brothers walked towards home, their minds were filled with curiosity: who this woman was, what're her purposses, and why us. None of this had any importance when they arrived.
Mother welcomed her children, and joyed over their tales. In fact, she wanted to hear more about the pidgeons feeding. So the kids told her everything about - how they fought for every bread crumb, how many pidgeons tried to eat, and even some tips a sitting old man gave them so the pidgeons didn't get scared. A magical day they had, and mother asked more questions. So many, that the night passed fast, and a new day came.
The kids, having said everything to her mother, decided to go get some sleep. The next day, they would go to the zoo.
And so, ends the story of Sam and Leonor. The boys who had an incredible day, and forgot, with no bad thoughts, about Juanita, the lady who died on the cold street.
And, so, ends my story, and my post.
See you.


