Notes about the Mayor of Central Park (90 year old man doing headstands):
Alberto was born in Puerto Rico. In 1935 he was living in the
states, mostly into athletics, boxing, running etc. when he fell in
love with a woman who had to return to Europe for some reason. He
had no money to follow her there so he stowed away on an ocean liner
which took him to Spain.
I don't know what happened with the love affair but at some point he
was penniless and trying to find a way back to the states from
Spain. He was sitting at the docks, trying to get work as a hand
on a cargo ship but didn't have any luck. He was hungry and
desperate. One day, after several weeks of trying to find work
as a shiphand, he was at the dock when a man walked up to him,
singled him out from all the other men around and told him about a ship
that was looking for hands. Through that connection he was able
to leave Spain.
It turned out that was the last ship to leave port before the Spanish Civil War began.
Alberto wondered for years why that man, that he had never seen before,
singled him out from all the other men trying to get work onto a
ship. How did that man even know that there was work to be had
there. He never saw the man again.
For decades he wondered about how he had gotten out. He was
convinced that as an illegal alien in Spain at the time he would have
been locked up by Franco - perhaps killed.
Alberto had a close friend that he shared an apartment with for many
years in New York. He always asked this friend who that man was
that had befriended him. One day, after his close friend passed
on, Alberto had a dream. In the dream, the close friend finally
answered his question about the man and told him:
"Alberto, ever since you left home at nineteen, your mother has been
praying to God every day to watch over you. It was God who
finally listened to your mother's prayers and sent that angel to help
you out." The friend continued in the dream:
"I couldn't know this while I was still here in this world, but now I know and I can tell you."
Alberto then looked at me and said, "I can see that you are a man of
this world. You are not sure about the spirit." He touched
his heart, "But you are a man of imagination. And they are
connected. Believe in your own imagination. Without
imagination there is nothing."