Victor

It was my cousins first confirmation. He walked down the isle of the church, holding the glowing candle high above his head. As the priest blessed him and he's fellow confirm-ees (best word I could think off). There seemed to be some commotion down the front. I ignored it, and waved at my little cousin as he walked by.

When it was time for us to take our seat, several rows at the front of the church remained standing. I took note and dismissed it.

10 minutes later, half way through the proceedings, a group of people stood lifting an elderly man over their heads.

He had had a heart attack, halfway through his grandson's confirmation. The choir kept singing, the confirmation went on, but the entire church seemed shaken by the sight of the limp, frail man being carried from the church. His name was Victor.

I cannot tell you the current condition of his health, or even if he lived or not, but I was moved by the amount of people that offerred their help, but also wondered how many of them were motivated by curiosity.

I, myself am of no Christian faith, and my beliefs are far too complicated to mention here. But I will keep Victor in my thoughts, and whether your Christian, Buddhist, Wiccan or anything else, I hope you will too.

If I hear anything else, you will too.