He is the Law

From ancient Rome to the present, the demand for people like him hardly goes down. In his palm rests your, our, safety. When he burst out of his mother’s womb on July 6, 1965, the fourth of the eight children, he knew little about what destiny had in store for him in the years to come. He is justice made manifest. He is the law. A man so hard his veins bleed ice, when he speaks he never says it twice*. He was trained to feel no fear, and to deliver swift justice to those who have the balls to test him. Sometimes bearing similarities to an agent of death, he is equipped with a revolver and with it, has six friends that could outrun even the fastest human. But if he is not in the mood to deliver death, he would rather ruin many a forgetful student’s day with his trusty pen and clipboard. His hazel-brown eyes conceal the sharpness that lies within. The same sharpness that many forgetful students curse, and that ADSA praises. He enjoys basketball if he can find the time. He also finds solace in the simple yet elegant game of chess, showing his mix of brains and brawn. From sunrise to sundown, he wears a uniform. A uniform of justice and order, with his faithful baton, gun, pen, and clipboard. His uniform sets him apart from everyone else. From the leather shoes that caress his quick feet, to the hat that sits on his skull. He patrols JSEC everyday. He’s watching…waiting. No one does it the way Antonino Parnada does it.

Like Ninoy:

• I am in Ateneo most of the time.
• I play chess.
• I play basketball
• I am not from Manila.
• My nickname has five letters.
• I like to wear shoes.
• I do not like people stealing, and lying, and parking in a no parking area.
• I despise people who masquerade as students and steal stuff.
• I do not like liars.
• I have a brother.

Unlike Ninoy:

• I study in Ateneo.
• I do not have a gun.
• I do not stay in JSEC often.
• I am not from Surigao.
• I do not have a badge.
• I do not wear a hat like this.
• I do not have a sister.
• I am not over 20.
• I do not carry a clipboard.
• I did not wear leather shoes in Ateneo yet.

Antonino seemed to be a very interesing person, as how all of us are, but in a very uninteresting occupation. Seriously, being a security guard, what does one do? More often than not, waiting seems to be what they’re doing most of the time. Waiting for someone who isn’t wearing their ID, or someone who is parking in the wrong part of the road. And yet, despite being away from his family in Surigao, he was contented by being a security guard here at Ateneo. But as to how he had reached this state of contentment, I know not. Perhaps it was after a stage of being bitter because inadequacy or perhaps there was no stage in between, he is just contented to be where he is now. Either way, his contentment is something that many, including myself, seldom find in the competitive world of today. I see many people, sometimes myself, who are not contented. Not contented by our QPI, the grades we get in class, our possessions, or the money in our bank account. Discontentment seems to be rampant in the minds of some people today. Ninoy’s example of contentment helped me realize that it isn’t always good to set goals too high, that the better plan is to do my best and see what happens. Bene Omnia Facere

*lyric from Anthrax – I Am The Law

 

 

~ by denisSsSsSs on February 17, 2008.