English 2150 Short Post
Sabrina Smith
The Man in the Black Suit
The word “heroin” is not one to be taken lightly. The idea of man to be put on a pedestal among others in the face of God is quite dangerous, and should be done with precaution. Personally, a hero is someone that is humbly different from the common person. Disregard any ancient comic that you may possess, for the comical definition of a hero is degrading and pointless. A mere cape and ability to fly does not demonstrate the full potential of the honorary hero. The ability to amaze people with magic does not seem legitimate under my standards, but the one who can provide servitude and pose as an example of what it means to be a beautiful human being in this materialistic and corrupted world. Today I had an epiphany, an intellectual revival, for as a full-blooded New Yorker, I have the opportunity to do so conveniently. While riding the rails to get to my part time job at Starbucks Coffee Shop, I was memorized by a remarkable man. I pushed through the overcrowded cart where I witness a gentleman in a full black suit appearing to have finished a full 9 to 5 shift on Wall Street, and was now on his way home to a possible wife and child. Residing next him was another man, a homeless man in a wheelchair, sitting upright and confidence with only one leg by his side.
My initial reaction was in awe. It appeared to be an oxymoron, for there was no possible way for a suit-dressing, clean cutting man to what to have any type of contact with what some may call “the lesser” of a man. My eyes were glued to their conversation, and the mannerisms held between one another. It was bewildering, like the metaphorical exchange between the rich and the poor, except for the amazing fact that the rich ‘model’ was reaching out to the poor. On this day, the man in the black suit became my personal hero. He subconsciously stepped out of the stereotype that our society has embedded into his lifestyle. This man represented society’s need for money, greed and power, but he pulled away from that demeanor and created something wonderful. I can never understand why people have this tendency to evoke a persona of selfishness and indifference for others, but I was more than happy to see this man change the way I see people, New Yorkers for that matter. He is a hero, one that unintentionally passed up society’s approval for a way to carry out the New York style and make his own presence that brought forth humility and love, and I truly appreciate it. Thank you, man in the black suit.
Amazingly well written. The mystery of the man in the black suit was captivating. The description of both him and the homeless man and their interactions was well thoought out. The essay as a whole is perfection in my opinion, and everything was college-level. This was simply amazing.
I agree with the person above me, it was very well written, however I failed to capture exactly what it was about the man and his interaction with the homeless man that makes him a “hero”
Although you already have two comments for your post I believe its worth commenting on. I get that you have admiration for this man because regardless of his evident accomplishment, he does not allow that to limit his acknowledgment of others. Humility is something worth recognizing because it is not easily found or preserved in the city.