He first became interested in the man from a random introduction in a pop-up video. One day, Devon would remember that as a fateful moment.
Devon instantly was hooked on that fascinating man’s videos, and somehow, he had been scheduled to be tonight’s guest lecturer! Dev was about to witness thoughtfulness through impeccable logic, tremendous poise, and exploring brand-new angles on old ideas. As he hurried to the event, he remembered the humbling first feelings he’d experienced from this speaker’s words. He’d had no idea what wisdom was until he’d listened to him.
Outside of the campus gymnasium, a large crowd of rowdy students blocked the entrance waving signs all with the word “FASCIST” in bloody red letters. Security was running back and forth frantically, and Devon heard police sirens getting closer. A loudspeaker chirped to life telling everyone, “Tonight’s lecture has been cancelled. Please return to your dorms.” in a monotonous loop.
Devon was crushed and confused. He hungered to hear more about Aristotle, William Shakespeare, and King Solomon who were only a few, of many geniuses, frequently quoted by his new mentor in the videos he’d consumed. Because of one outrageous act, the opportunity to see, and possibly meet, this man was gone!
Suddenly he felt compelled to head straight for the library. That extraordinary man had repeatedly proposed that “We all must remember classical wisdom.” on many occasions and not one of his college classes were the least bit interested in anything proposed by “old white men”. Every syllabus he’d gotten, to date, had said so.
Devon scowled and slumped in a chair for a while then he abruptly stood up, with his chin jutting out, and borrowed an armload of old texts. As he exited, he exuberantly shouted into the night, “How might I remember things that I don’t know anything about?! “
That evening Devon K. Sapienti was about to embark on self-education. From there, he would acquire much knowledge worthy of remembering.
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Making a Difference
Charly (short for Charlotte) had known Joshua for six years. He had become like an Uncle to her. She happened upon his small homestead when she was six. One, of many times, she ignored her parents’ warnings to stay on the paths and within range of a ‘holler”.
Joshua was a grizzly old fellow who wasn’t very happy to receive visitors, at first, but the precocious child had him chuckling before their first encounter ended. He wasn’t actually as old as he appeared to the child but, at fifty-five, his unkempt greying beard and hair made him ‘an ancient’ in her eyes.
Their visits became precious to them both. Charly was an only child and Joshua hadn’t understood his own loneliness until his anticipation of those visits became his greatest joy.
What each of them learned from one another, these last six years, would have made a heartwarming novel.
Charly learned to ‘see’ the woods. Joshua taught her about all the signs and sounds that most untrained eyes, and ears, would completely miss. Charly asked one question after the other earning the pet name “Charly Chatterbox” from her mentor. Joshua was given the gift of wonder from Charly. As he explained Nature, and even his life, Charly’s questions opened him up to new ‘meaning’ inspired by her endless, “Whys?”.
Today was Charly’s 12th birthday and spending part of it with her dear friend was a must. The new snow made her trek a slow one. But as she moved, she could now ‘read’ the woods. A mound of turkey feathers held a story. It was a new kill. The progression of scattering and consumption was small. Blood spatter made it the evident ‘kill sight’. The footprints indicated the predator had been a bobcat but there was also evidence of an opportunist in the form of fox prints. She suspected the cat was a female because it appeared that she abandoned the kill too soon. Joshua told her that the mother often tears off food to bring to her kittens first, then returns. Charly eyed the wide perimeter beyond the kill. “Yep, there’s the Mama in the pines. Don’t worry lady, I won’t take any.” Then she moved along to Joshua’s cabin. He was there sitting beside a fire with a smirk on his face. “Happy Birthday Charly Chatterbox!” She sat down beside him. Then he gently opened her a hand to place a hand-carved wooden charm, a perfect likeness of his cabin, in her palm. As she fingered it, tears ran down her face. “This is beautiful! I’ll treasure it always.” Then she wrapped her arms around the man almost tipping him over. Next, Charly cleared her throat and told Joshua that she wouldn’t be visiting as often, soon. Her Mom and Dad were sending her to a boarding school for ‘refinement’. Joshua only nodded because he knew this day would come.
Charly visited when she could on school vacations then went to college keeping ‘in touch’ with Joshua through letters. He never wrote back but that was okay. She knew he wouldn’t.
Today, sitting in her CSI office as a lead investigator, she fondled the wooden charm that she still wore, around her neck, on a leather cord. “Joshua, I’m going to need your help on this one.” Then she kissed the charm and returned to carefully examining the crime scene clues, laid out before her, just like she had learned when she was taught to ‘see’ in the woods.
My good friend Jordan came by the other day. He’s a former daycare “baby” who I took in at a few weeks old. He is my best friend in many ways. We just plain have the same interests and view the world from the same “window”.
Ideas and artwork are intricate parts of our compatibility. Agreeing with each other is not at all necessary to the subjects we discuss. At one time, I was the “teacher”. Now we explore our interests by learning from each other. Politics, biology, books, movies…you name it, we have opinions and enjoy sharing them.
There is no generational gap present. I find this intriguing. There are no stops for the male/female sides of arguments. They do not exist.
I considered for years that my influence would fade away as he “moved on” to manhood. Never did I “hang on” or worry about the event. Now he’s in college. Although he asked, I did not write him letters during his first semester.(I wanted him to fly solo.) Then, at winter break, he asked me to write and I did. I know it pleased him .
One of the most fulfilling accomplishments of my day care career has been being his mentor. We didn’t choose each other. My life has been enriched as much as his. It just “is”.
I’m not his mom…I’m not his girlfriend…I’m not his sister…I’m his Susan and HE is my Jordan. My first book will definitely have characters mirrored after this friendship because it is one I had never witnessed before and one that must exist in some other lucky folks lives. It’s been likened to the “Tuesdays with Morrie” friendship but even THAT was more one sided.
I’m not bragging. I’m not ashamed. I’m just plain glad he is my friend…
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.