Friday, October 13, 2006

Blessed Twice in One Day...

I was taking a 15-20 min coffee break in front of my store at the airport. After I’d pulled my aching sweat dogs up, and settled in with my coffee and magazine I noticed a Priest sitting down next to me. I wanted to say hello and I was curious about the “Neo/Matrix” robes he was wearing. So I said “Hey Padre, what’s up?” He laughed and said hello and for a few minutes, we talked about our views on organized religion indicating that it seems to change with modern times. He did ask if I believed in God to which I said yes, just not organized religion. In talking with him those few minutes, it was obvious he was from Italy. His plane was called to board, so we ended our brief conversation. He put his hand on my head, said a few words in Italian, said “God bless you and have a nice day,” then left to board his plane. I smiled and went back to my magazine. A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was one of the many psychos I seem to attract, I turn around to see a Native American guy standing behind me. I mean Native American- Long, gray braids to his waist, big cowboy hat with a feather in it, wrangler jeans, large belt buckle…you get the idea. He and I just stared at each other for a few minutes, not saying anything. I was starting to get a bit uneasy when all of a sudden; he smiles, nods his head a bit, takes his hand off my shoulder and walks away. Going back to my magazine, I’m left sitting there a bit creeped out, a bit amazed, and a bit befuddled…
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