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My
All-American Hero, Kevin Broils
by Maria Bardino
I met Kevin
early, very early, in my practice of this Buddhism. We were scheduled (quite
often) to do toban together. It's funny, but it seemed that we did toban
together quite often at the (former) Miami Training Center as well as the
(former) Miami Community Center.
Kevin did not
have a car many times in those days ... the one he did have looked like
it would self-destruct at any given moment — and actually came close to
it quite often! Which is the reason why Kevin often took the bus to the
Miami Community Center. He lived in an unincorporated area of Homestead
in those days, and so it often took him a good 2-3 hours to get to the
(former) MCC just one way! (As opposed to 45 min to an hour by car.)
Gentle-natured,
tall, African-American, I sensed that Kevin was a sensitive, loving person,
and I always hung on his every word as he would share stories with me from
his life and his Buddhist practice. I also, surely, yadda yadda yadda'd
to him, complaining bitterly about my love life, etc. I am now quite annoyed
with myself in realizing that I never picked him up to do toban ... but,
as I remember, whenever I offered, he turned me down, and said "That's
OK. I really don't mind."
Kevin shared
with me the story of how he met his wife and their stormy relationship
— I suppose in part to encourage my sorry life condition. He told me that
he had been in the Air Force. He had been a Christian, and had not gotten
on very well with his family. He told me about meeting Cindy. She was a
bartender where he hung out with his friends and went drinking, near the
Homestead Air Force Base.
Cindy was Taiwanese.
He fell for her right away, but she was kind of aloof towards him. He really
wanted to "get on her good side," so little by little, he started to accept
her "strange" practice of repeating some words and chanting to a scroll
in a piece of furniture. At first, he really did not want to chant, and
had numerous arguments with Cindy about her Buddhist practice. But when
he realized that it might be a way to win his beloved's heart, he started
to practice ... and enjoyed it so very much that he became an incredibly
active member in the Young Men's Division!
But Kevin became
quite discouraged when the YMD leader for this area passed away (he did
not "like" the new leader), and he stopped practicing. When Kevin told
me about this, he looked at me in a very focused and heartfelt manner.
He said, "Maria, please don't ever stop practicing if a leader does something
that you do not approve of, or that you do not like." What wisdom and compassion
my beloved friend always had! His words still bring love and encouragement
into my life!
In any case,
when Kevin stopped practicing, his life started heading on a downward spiral.
He started taking drugs, and had a relationship with a woman that was most
disastrous. All along, he emphasized to me, Cindy just chanted for his
happiness. After a humiliating experience with that new "love" relationship,
Kevin saw his mistake and returned to Cindy. He was hesitant to practice
with the organization again — afraid of being laughed at. But Cindy assured
him and said, "Don't worry! (SGI) members are not that way!" And she was
right.
It was upon
his return to the SGI, that I met my beloved Kevin. Every time he saw me,
he teased me by humming or singing "Maria" (the Leonard Bernstein composition
from West Side Story). He was in a transitional period in his career
back then, as I recall.
When he had
left the Air Force, Kevin only knew that he was mechanically inclined.
After Kevin's abundant daimoku to find the best job, Cindy's former boss
offered him a job doing something that Kevin knew would help him advance
towards his dream of working at Motorola. Indeed, not much later, he got
his dream job.
Shortly thereafter,
Hurricane Andrew struck, and virtually destroyed Kevin and Cindy's home.
While working hard to rebuild his home, Kevin also struggled hard to assist
very many whose lives and homes were devastated after the storm. In fact,
his selfless assistance brought him to the hearts and attention of many,
and was chronicled by the World Tribune.
Among the many
who began taking an interest in Kevin, were the Miami-Dade Commissioners
from his area, who were totally in awe of Kevin's efforts. Kevin was now
not only a valued employee of Motorola, but a tireless advocate of the
citizens of unincorporated Homestead, and, eventually, a tireless fighter
for the homeless, too.
It was in the
height of all this activity, that my friend came into the (former) Miami
CC, and when he saw me became all emotional. "AH, my dear Maria!" he said
to me. "How I always remember doing toban with you!!!" And then he started
singing the "Maria" song again. It is in shame to realize that I was a
bit cold to Kevin that night. He had seemed so strange to me, so very emotional.
Maybe part of me was scared.
Gohonzon always
mystically answers our questions, and it was not too long before I found
out the "why" of Kevin's behavior. Kevin was scheduled to go into exploratory
surgery sometime in early February for a possible tumor in his kidney.
When I saw him at New Year's Day Gongyo, it was my turn to run up to this
noble, kindhearted Hero of Kosen-rufu. I apologized for my coldness, I
told him how much I loved him, how I would be praying for him. I did not
really know what else to say, since he seemed kind of surprised and slightly
annoyed that I had found out.
Kevin died a
day or two after his surgery in early 1995. He seemed healthy and fine.
Five leaders had been in to see him that morning. He was lying on his back.
A nurse came in, but saw everyone, and said she'd be back later. Not even
five minutes after they left, the nurse came in again, Kevin sat up, said,
"I feel dizzy," and died of a blood clot to the brain on the spot.
During Kevin's
funeral, I met and connected very strongly with his family. He looked so
much like his Mom. He was at the funeral home for two days. I attended
each day, and did the most heartfelt Byakuren I had ever done.
Kevin's service
looked like a funeral service for a grand statesman. The two Miami-Dade
Commissioners from his area were in attendance and spoke. A representative
from Motorola spoke. It was "standing room only," with people spilling
over into two additional rooms.
The external
sound system which filtered in the music was not working, and it was just
as well, because so many people had so many wonderful things to say about
this great and humble man. The guests in attendance were all ages, all
colors, all nationalities, from all walks of life...
I wanted to
stay to the very, very end and say goodbye to my friend alone. And so,
I said an emotional farewell to Kevin's family — especially his Mother,
and then walked in to say goodbye to my friend.
The external
sound system was on again, and music was just starting to play, as I stepped
into the room. It was a lovely sound of violins. Very sweet, very tender.
A very loving sound, I thought. As I continued my walk towards my beloved
friend's casket, I recognized the music that was being piped into the room
— which had started the very moment I walked through the door.
It was "Maria,"
Leonard Bernstein's composition from West Side Story.
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