Bendicio Man
Having seen Bendicio (Blessing) man several times in different cities, I asked what he was about. He answered: “Love” . . . in at least eight languages. He took time to tell this silly tourist type scurrying across Mexico City’s grand Reforma–patterned after the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris— that he had a purpose for his life. To show up where people are hurrying through busy intersections in their struggle to get ahead . . . and tell them he loves them. And that all their rushing is only stubble in the joy of being alive.
He did not preach to me. He didn’t ask any questions. He just stood there smiling, his eyes floating joy into mine. He is one man. A man like none I have ever met. He is Bendicio Man.
**Sign translation. Ah….look it up. Let Bendicio Man speak to you.
