His life had been mechanical and structured. He had not realized how dependent he had become. As the evening came to an end, his perplexed face evoked pity. None of us could speak, we were perplexed. His life had turned into a musical of disaster. Never before had he tried to face conflict or make his own decisions. He could hardly speak.
A boy ran from the back of the auditorium, screaming, “save me!”. Valor jumped at once, he recognized the voice of the child. “Save me!” said the boy. Valor replied, “I can’t!” They both looked directly into each others eyes, and as the boy ran, he screamed one more time, “save me!.” “I can’t!” screamed Valor. Guards entered the auditorium and ran after the boy, strained him, covered his mouth, and took him away.
Blazing light shines on the destroyed soul of Valor. Crying bitterly he says, “turn the lights off!”. “I will not, you have to keep acting!” says the director. “Turn …them …off!”
Suddenly, one by one the spectators begin to exit the auditorium. Now, left alone at last he lays on the floor. A familiar voice speaks in the background, “Get up, you are free, no one is watching you.” The words of the boy resound again, “save me!”. Valor weeps the more, “I am lost, I’ve been lost, I am that boy.”
On that day Valor understood strength for the first time. To walk one must deny self, deny father and mother, and everyone’s expectations. A man must fight for a Kingdom, His own heart. Blessed is he who fights for the will of God, for in his eyes shine the purity of everlasting life.
Tapia 