Delaware, a small state with some history, should not be underestimated. This is the birthplace of Jeff, the man who alters history. With the billions of ignorant two-footers swarming and infesting this planet, it’s high-time for a man to bring light back.
Jeff was always an underachiever. Small in frame and smaller in ambition, he favored couching in obscurity. Years of foster home brutality had taught him a lesson: stay in the shadow and avoid the light.
But when the Summer sun scares away the wimpish clouds, light takes center stage and pulls non-believers out of their fears.
On a Summer day, a speeding car passing through Delaware, runs Jeff over and leaves him slowly dying. By the time medics arrive, he is not breathing and has no vital signs. Few minutes later, after CPR, he takes a breath again and opens his eyes. BUT, this is not the same Jeff. This a man who left this planet, reunited with light and came back as hope.
He starts with Delaware. One after the next, disoriented Delawareans become beacons of light. His light then spreads through the rest of the fifty states and finally reaches out and illuminates the world.
Jeff spoke to me. He is soft-spoken and of few words. He told me I ‘can’ see the light when I close my eyes and go to sleep, when I suspend judgment and accept everything and when I become the silence between sounds and space between spaces.
I like Delaware.