“Let them think what
they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself.
I meant to swim till I sank – but that’s not the same thing.”
_Joseph Conrad
When Jim lost his
hearing in his right ear it really didn’t bother him. In fact, it elated Jim because now he could
say to people who tried to talk to him: “I’m sorry, but I’m deaf.”
This new affliction
and unlike the many other afflictions that had recently beset Jim, this one
pleased Jim to no end.
By nature Jim was a
very weak man. Jim remembered early on with
envy the way some guys in the Army were able to hurl a soft ball with such
amazing strength and accuracy. It was
never this way for Jim.
Jim was explaining
this to his bunk mates one night when he finally made up his mind to inform
them of his recently acquired malady.
This deafness came
upon Jim really by accident. It began
shortly after his arrival to Galveston Texas in the summer of 2012.
Jim came to Galveston
to get away from this family. “As far
away as humanly possible,” Jim would often repeat to complete strangers.
Galveston Texas is a
small sleepy beach town with a large historical district located on the on the
Gulf of Mexico.
As a result of Hurricane
Ike in 2008 many of its residents relocated to the mainland leaving behind a
poorer and less populated Island.
On Jim’s first day to
the Island on Sunday August 3rd Jim found himself stranded outside a
Greyhound bus station with the hot Texan sun beating down upon him.
Inside Jim’s backpack
was all of his belongings: a pair of jeans, a couple of shirts, and a few
magazines.
When Jim lost this
bearing that fine hot August day Jim didn’t know who to talk to or what to say.
So, with his
customary bravado Jim slung the backpack over his left shoulder and covered his
eyes with his $250 sunglasses and headed West on Broadway, per usual, looking
for his place in the sun.
Richard Porter,
January 2013
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