A Collection Of Thoughts

The Minuteman

  There are so many things that can happen in an hour, a minute,  a second. So many unpredictable variables that may result into various outcomes.

"I came, I saw, I conquered." I quoted as I stood there, watching Julius Caesar win another war and live another day.

  The next minute, I was in New York, witnessing the famous World War II V-J day kiss right before my eyes. A few more seconds, I was now standing beside a man named Gustav Eiffel and infront of us is what would be someday be the Eiffel tower.

  "Marvelous..." I muttered to myself I stood there in awe. I then pulled out my pocket watch and checked the time.

  "Yep, time to go." I said as I placed the pocket watch at the inside pocket of my leather jacket.

  In a blink of an eye, I was now at San Francisco, in front of a bank. I checked the clock once more and it says it's already 11: 58. I approached a red van and pulled out a jack and a wrench from my bag. I proceeded to what I was supposed to do, taking out the left tire of the van so the robbers would be surprised if they try to flee since they'll be coming from a side where the missing wheel isn't noticable, thus slowing them down by a few seconds which is just in time for the cops to show up.

  I slowly walked away and sat on a bench. I watched as 3 masked men ran out of the bank. Two of them were holding guns and the other one held a black duffke bag.

  One of them got into the van first and started the van.

  "Get in, ya fucking retard!" He yelled at his comrades.

  They got in. It was now 12:03, 2 more minutes and the cops are coming.

  The driver stomped on the gas pedal. Nothing happened.

  -12:04 and 55 seconds-

  He got out of the van and left his comrades. He tried to escape but it was too late, the cops were already there.

  "Spledid!" I told myself. I immediately left when my clock struck 12:06.

  I was now outside, on the sidewalk across a house. I just stood there, staring at the house, waiting for the next two minutes that never fails to make me smile. The two minuted had come and came outside a woman who was holding a little boy. I was once again in my comfort zone, seeing my mom still breathing while holding a very young me.

 
I always go back to this moment whenever I get a tad bit sad. After a few more minutes I went back to San Francisco, exactly where I left and just a minute from when I departed. I was back at exactly 12:07.

  Now that you've seen a glimpse of my everyday life, I might as well introduce myself. I am a time traveller and a self proclaimed hero of some sorts.

   I am Gulliver Luxman and I am The Minuteman.