Mr. Alonso
Patiently guards the back door
A saint in disguise
I often ride my bicycle to Wal-Mart. There is a bike trail that leads from the park in front of my house directly to the back entrance of Wal-Mart. As you crest the hill, the ugly back of the warehouse comes into view, and you can lock your bike up to one of the broken metal guardrails before hiking down through a mess of weeds and gravel to the store. Off to your left, there is a little road that leads nowhere, and off to your right, there is the back entrance to the DayStar radio station.
The last few times I have ridden this way, however, there has been a new addition to the landscape: a little man in a blue uniform with gold trimmings, who stands stock still in front of one of the guardrails. Today, I decided that I wanted to meet this unusual little man, so I rode up to him and asked him who he was and what he was always doing here.
He responded, "I am watching the gate, and also I am praying. I am praying for the people of the world." His name is Mr. Alonso, and he is a saint. In a DayStar security uniform.
