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December 30, 2021

Harold Winks

The Catholic services had not yet started. A priest whose day of rest it was sat in the pews praying, contemplating and holding his rosary beads. The procession was late in starting.”

“Excuse me,” said a young man of African descent, “May I sit here?” The priest looked at young man’s eyes. He was a stranger and had never before seen him at any mass. The look in his eyes seemed strangely familiar however, but he could not put his finger on it. He moved over and the young man sat down. The procession still had not started and the priest looked at his watch to see what time it was. Then the priest began to daydream.

Today was the day he became a priest almost 30 years ago the day his best friend Harold Winks died. The priest began to think about his friend. There was nothing more important to Harold in life than helping people and the study of history. He was far more intelligent than most people, so intelligent he never got promoted. The world was in such state as to be controlled by comic book characters, men who were barely literate, anarchists, barbarians, raised in prisons and seemingly unleashed on the world. “What will become of us?” Harold always used to say when he was in a state of unbelief.

Though the barbarians would eventually decline, Harold did not get see their demise, though certainly he would not have enjoyed it. Harold was an introspective soul who looked for the best inside everyone. He loved to search for, find and help people who lived on the street. He once admitted to the priest that no one taught him to do this in fact it was just the opposite. His parents, who where white supremacists failed to make him one. His father was an alderman and his mother a housewife. Harold said, “They would see to the demise of Santa Clause if he were a race other than white.”

Before his death, they encouraged Harold to submit to the barbarians, men which were now calling the shots in the world’s largest companies. But Harold refused to be the “idea man” for lessor men at the top and instead he preferred to spend his short young life working in any job which he could find that was tolerable. Harold soon became lost in a sea of souls who too refused to participate in a world controlled by men who conspired against people’s health, business, education and government. And so Harold was forced to watch 30 men die inside a small factory where he worked all because of local ordinances and mandates set by the new Barbarian class of men who touted being the saviors of the world and champions of freedom. Then there were people like Harold.

Harold had great intuition and when he started to show symptoms of coronavirus he made sure to say goodbye in his own way. Harold’s was the most unfortunate death. And even though Harold and the whole town had been vaccinated, his job forced him to wear a coronavirus mask. His barbarian parents insisted he comply with his job’s requirements. It was the same at every job he found. Then at his last job, Harold died of a heart attack. It was very upsetting for everyone. We were barely in our twenties when Harold died the priest recalled as he sat inside the church. Thats was thirty years ago.

From the back of the church a procession was bringing the Eucharist to the altar. A smelly homeless man dressed in a shoddy oil stained Santa Clause suit was in attendance but he was being encouraged leave the service by a Harold’s father the alderman who was in attendance. Now an old man, time and the carbon dioxide deaths of two children and his wife had made him bitter. Finally the alderman pushed the homeless man dressed like Santa Clause to the ground and ordered him to leave. The young African man who sat next to the priest rushed to the homeless man’s side to help him. He turned to the priest who looked on and said “What will become of us?”

The priest was speechless. He closed his eyes and opened his bible at random seeing where it would land. Without opening his eyes. he pointed his finger to a point on the page. It was John 3:7

Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.

Together both men helped Santa get to his feet.