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Challenge #03023-H100: A Day in the Life of a Global Villain
Another day passed by in this prison. Before I fell asleep I heard clanging on the cell door. Someone on the other side spoke “Package for prisoners 089” I pulled myself out of bed “that’s me” a small compartment opened up revealing a small box. “Who’s it from?” I asked, no response must’ve left. I slowly open the package, my cell mate chimed in “what’cha got there?” I raised an eyebrow “transport proteins”. “What?” I didn’t need to respond I just walk though the cell wall. – Anon Guest
There wasn’t much time. I was temporarily marked as both Friendly and Harmless, but it wouldn’t last long. The proteins would dissolve soon enough. They didn’t have to last long, they just had to last long enough. I caught the flow of corpuscles and hitched a lift with the nearest hemocyte.
Step One: Get out. Good. Done that. Step Two: Look for somewhere I can get out. Not exactly achievable when traveling through the arteries as speeds unimaginable. The hemocyte doesn’t notice me. It’s not that smart. It’s the other ones I need to watch out for. My glee peaks as I realise where the hemocyte is taking me. A sebaceous gland! Oh glory, I’m home free.
Step Three: Escape. I lurk in the oils, waiting for contact with another surface, and it doesn’t take long. The Host acts incautiously and that’s been how me and others like me have been going so very, very far and wide. They pick something up. They put something down. I’m on the surface of another environment with just enough to last for twenty-four hours. Plenty of time.
That being said, millions of low-income households around the country are struggling to put food on the table. Government payouts per household (which goes as far as ₱1,000- 8,000 pesos/$20-160 depending on your wages) are not enough to sustain months of lockdown and no income.
Tired of witnessing inaction, a local woman named Patreng Non made a makeshift pantry right outside her community in Quezon and named it the “Maginhawa Community Pantry”. The rule was simple. It simply wrote “Magbigay ayon sa kakayahan, kumuha batay sa pangangailangan.” (translation: “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs”)
The pantry gained traction, and after that, donations started pouring in from local farmers, fishermen and other regular folks
First Photo: Patreng Non refilling the community pantry Second Photo: Local fishermen about to donate 50 kilos surplus of fish Third Photo: Cardboard saying: “Free sweet potatoes from the farmers of Paniqui, Tarlac” Fourth Photo: Tricycle drivers helping repack donations received Fifth Photo: Current pantry with signages designed by local students
This pantry and the nurturing community behind it has done more for the community in a week than what the government has done for the Filipino people in months.
Amarjeet Kaur Johal was a 66-year-old mother, grandmother and member of the Indianapolis’ Sikh community. According to her grandson’s Twitter, Johal was planning to work a double shift Thursday so she could take Friday off. She later decided to grab her check and go home. He said she still had her check in her hand when they found her.
Amarjit Sekhon, a mother of two sons, was the breadwinner of her family who immigrated to the US in 2004. Her brother-in-law, Kuldip Sekhon, told the Associated Press she began working at the FedEx facility in November – after previously working at a bakery – and was a dedicated worker whose husband was disabled. “She was a workaholic, she always was working, working,” he said. “She would never sit still … the other day she had the (COVID-19) shot and she was really sick, but she still went to work.”
Kaur had two children – a daughter and a son, said Rimpi Girn, her daughter’s brother-in-law. She immigrated to the US in 2018 and was the main breadwinner for the family. She sent money earned from her job at FedEx to her son living in India as financial support. Sekhon and Kaur went to work together every day, working the same night shift, Girn said. “They didn’t want to work night shift anymore, they wanted to work day shift.”
The 68-year-old Indian immigrant decided to take a job at the FedEx facility because he was bored at home and the employer was popular among Punjabi immigrants. Relatives said Singh left the Indian state of Punjab, where the Sikh community is concentrated, about eight years ago to reunite with relatives living in the United States. Jatinder Singh, one of Singh’s two sons, told the Indian news outlet Republic World that the family hopes to return him to India for funeral rites but face complications because of the pandemic.
Samaria Blackwell was the youngest of four children and looked up to her older siblings Elijah, Levi and Michaiah, her parents Jeff and Tammi Blackwell said in a statement. Blackwell played basketball and soccer and had “a tough game face” that “quickly turned to a smile outside of competition,” they said. She was a straight-A student who graduated from high school last year and her parents described their daughter as “tenacious in everything she did.”
Karli Smith graduated in 2020 from George Washington High School, where she was remembered as “a hardworking and dedicated student,” according to a statement from Indianapolis Public Schools (IPS). “Administrators, teachers and classmates remember Karli for her sense of humor that often generated smiles and laughter. Karli was a bright light wherever she went. She will be dearly missed by all throughout IPS who knew and loved her,” the statement said.
John Weisert was a retired engineer and was working at the FedEx facility to make some extra money, his wife told CNN affiliate WTHR on Friday, while she waited for news about her husband. “He’s just a package handler, a retired professional engineer, but after retirement he wanted to keep working. We had some things we needed to pay off, so he took this job,” Weisert told WTHR. The couple was set to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary in the fall.
Those who knew Matthew Alexander described the 32-year-old as a huge baseball fan and a trustworthy, reliable and kind friend, WTHR reported. Family and friends gathered at Avon High School’s baseball field Saturday to honor the former player before his father threw the opening pitch. “I didn’t do near as well as he did in the day, but I was there and I knew he was looking down saying thank you dad.”
