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Identity

My thoughts on identity.

Identity, it’s a source of self. Identity defined is simply being who or what a person or a thing is.

But wait, it is also a close similarity or affinity to something. So much lately has been in the news about

one’s self and our human attachment to an identity. I’m guessing people have been thinking way

outside the box!

Sense of self is important to us; it is where we find our personal security. It is for our sense of comfort.

Lately though, the extreme examples of finding one’s identity have been exhibited for all to see. Human

beings are creatures that crave identities because I think that people gravitate toward each other in

seeking out themselves. This is why we have clubs, support groups, and otherwise genres of t.v.

programming.

For example, taking reality t.v. into account and the types of people who watch them are perhaps

as “on the edge” as those on the shows and somehow the viewer is striving to see themselves.  The

subject matter of changing genders or assigning a gender to ourselves is an interesting one. While there

are people out there somewhere whom are choosing to be this or that, there still are as many more

born to be someone or something else. These people time and again, say they knew for themselves

they were not the appropriate gender, or knew that somehow they were not comfortable in the role

they had been living Or that they sought out love from an undisclosed gender for

example.  Or still yet, that they find themselves somehow being a “misfit” of sorts.

Identity is also something that fits you like a personal glove:  be it your job, or your life course

and sometimes, as we very recently have witnessed the racial identity of a person. One can identify with

the life that one is living. With job loss there is an identity loss, perhaps due to circumstances we squash

all that we want to be for what we have to be. Now, these subject matters bring me to understanding

and the compassion part of it to this essay. I just say let live because although I may not like a

particular thing that is happening  to someone else, I cannot control it nor can I possibly imagine what

that person is feeling  or the freedom they get once expressing themselves~ I just can’t “identify” with

it!!

Identity is where we call ourselves comfortably home and the loss of it, or the real discovery of it may be

exactly what one needs to think way out of the box on this one~

 

Just my thoughts, just my opinions, and always in a Conversationaltone!

Humanity is Disgusting!

Seriously, I sat down to write a post and nothing was on my mind other than the single act of a lone human being to coming to the aid of another. When a person puts themselves in harm’s way to save a life, we deem these heroic, right? Take for instance, firefighters and policeman, we all know at a moments notice these men and women will go to far lengths to save complete strangers. They completely disregard their own lives and safety. And if you are reading this and have had your life saved or that of a loved one rescued you personally know that you are one of the lucky ones.

On Sunday morning at 5:40 AM, on 144 th st & 88th Rd. in Jamaica, Queens New York, a man did just that; he stuck his neck out in not only an act of kindness, but an act of selfless love for his fellow-man. He saw a woman being mugged by another man. This man could not stand to see another inflict pain upon this lone woman walking and  he took action!

Yes, this person was named Hugo Alfred Tale-Yax, he was 32 years old and he is my hero! Why? This man acted upon his instincts and little did he know that he would interject himself into what was about to become his last endeavour of his life. Mr. Tale-Yax, native of Guatemala was out of work. He in fact, was named as a homeless man, but he kept busy by doing odd jobs. He was trying to be an active member of society. Did I mention he was my hero? Notice how I throw that title around? A true hero comes to the aid of another without thinking of the consequences to his person. Mr. Tale-Yax could be anyone, but he isn’t.

Once Mr.Tale-Yax went to aid the woman in peril, he was subsequently stabbed several times in the chest by the woman’s attacker. While this ensued the woman ran away in the other direction. The knife-wielding attacker ran away too, and that left my hero, slowly hitting the ground as he too tried in vain to get away. Soon Mr. Hugo Alfred Tale-Yax perished. But he did not die a lonely death; for at least twenty-five pedestrians passed by his motionless body and it is reported that only 1-2 people actually called 911!  Disgusting and I shake my head. Many touched him and at least one took a picture of him. Perhaps they all thought him a hapless drunk, and did not know what to do; I’ll give that much. But my checks and balances are always to ask myself immediately would I want to be treated that way? If I saw a dying man I would try to help; it’s just me. I can’t be alone in this? Am I?

What if any would you have done? Can we teach and preach love to our fellow-man in church,schools, and tv? Have we become a nation where we can give to hurricane and earthquake victims but not to the lowly hero in town?  Why did this man of great substance die in vain? Why did he have to die at all? Was his number up? Most likely his fate is sealed in what we learn from his selfless act of love for his fellow-man. We need to continue to keep his story in the forefront of everyone’s mind. This is for world-wide consumption, not just for those in New York!  We need to change this people. We need to take time to care for people we do not know. This country needs to change the mind-set of “I want to get mine”! When ever you do something or think of something, please think of the homeless man with the funny name, Hugo Alfred Tale-Yax and pay homage to his selfless act of humanity. He is different from many~he extended a hand to his fellow-man and in turn lost his life.

For all those that strolled by, took pictures, and even laughed as blood pooled on the sidewalk, shame on you. You know who you are and I hope you are as sick to your stomach as I am! You shamed your city, your country and now the world!  For whom ever finally got the fire department there, thank you, it was too late but you had a small feeling in your heart that drove you to try to change that situation.

For me and in my house, I will continue to tell the story of Mr. Hugo Alfred Tale-Yax and his life changing event. I hope to raise children and surround myself with people who love and care and just give a damn!

Just my thoughts, just my opinions, and always in a conversationaltone!

Mary Caliendo