Continued from yesterday.
Im not saying this to discredit the Bible. Maybe not all of them were there. (But what are you doing writing such an important book about an event you didnt even witness.) Im saying this only to relate that every person there saw the same exact events and came back with a slightly different story but the message was the same. A bunch of different roads that lead to the same place, whats wrong with that?
Im not saying I dont believe in God, its that I dont believe that putting blinders on will heighten my ability to see God. I could be wrong though.
7.
Its the week before Christmas and I must admit I missed my folks. Fast forward to Christmas Eve and I cant stand these people. I dont have a car so I cant go anywhere and if I did, where would I go?
Here it is Christmas Eve and as planned my mother sends me to the store for margarin because she cant finish the cake without it.
So I hop into my parents car and head to Winn-dixie. Needles to say it was packed to the hilt with last minute shoppers both like and unlike myself; Frazzled young moms cooking their first Christmas dinner for their disapproving mother-in-laws, confused middle aged men trying to remember if their wives said basel or parsley, Old men with no families who completely forgot it was Christmas wondering what all the hubbub is about, etc.
So, here I am in the fifteen items or less line behind an older gentleman holding two bags of flour, one Gold Metal the other is the store brand. I was about to tell him I know the feeling when a girl that I dont know walks in the door, looks at me and smiles. Not so much a come hither smile as a I know you smile. She looks about sixteen so I really have no business knowing her. So I smile and nod back as society dictates I should.
After what feels like an hour but what is in reality ten minutes in line I hear an Excuse me from behind. Its the girl.
You probably dont remember me but a few years ago you talked to me at the fair. You pulled me to side and told me not to let those boys touch me like they were.
Oh yeah. I knew you looked familiar. (She didnt) Howve you been?
I just wanted to thank you. I completely changed my attitude about guys after that. You made a few guys mad, though.
I bet. Im glad I could help you.
No one ever talked to me about boys. I dont know my father and my mother... well shes another story. I was going through some hard times and I was questioning my self worth. I just wanted to say I appreciate what you did for me. You changed my life.
I dont know what to say. Im glad I could help you.
By the way my name is Tonya.
Im Taye-Kin.
And after what seems like three seconds but in reality is another four minutes I am at the front of the line about to be checked out. She walks away after another round of thank yous and I stand there flabbergasted. I pay for my butter and leave.
As Im walking out, one of the cashiers meanders out after me. There is another employee already outside taking a smoke break. The smoker is leather faced and a bit manly. Very lesbian-esque but Im not sure. The employee who walks out is plump and a little past her prime but no one has bothered to tell her yet.
Did you see that guy that just walked out.
Him? Referring to me.
No, he had a Braves jersey on.
Didnt see em.
He was cute.
Like I would be looking.
Guess that answers that question.
Im not saying this to discredit the Bible. Maybe not all of them were there. (But what are you doing writing such an important book about an event you didnt even witness.) Im saying this only to relate that every person there saw the same exact events and came back with a slightly different story but the message was the same. A bunch of different roads that lead to the same place, whats wrong with that?
Im not saying I dont believe in God, its that I dont believe that putting blinders on will heighten my ability to see God. I could be wrong though.
7.
Its the week before Christmas and I must admit I missed my folks. Fast forward to Christmas Eve and I cant stand these people. I dont have a car so I cant go anywhere and if I did, where would I go?
Here it is Christmas Eve and as planned my mother sends me to the store for margarin because she cant finish the cake without it.
So I hop into my parents car and head to Winn-dixie. Needles to say it was packed to the hilt with last minute shoppers both like and unlike myself; Frazzled young moms cooking their first Christmas dinner for their disapproving mother-in-laws, confused middle aged men trying to remember if their wives said basel or parsley, Old men with no families who completely forgot it was Christmas wondering what all the hubbub is about, etc.
So, here I am in the fifteen items or less line behind an older gentleman holding two bags of flour, one Gold Metal the other is the store brand. I was about to tell him I know the feeling when a girl that I dont know walks in the door, looks at me and smiles. Not so much a come hither smile as a I know you smile. She looks about sixteen so I really have no business knowing her. So I smile and nod back as society dictates I should.
After what feels like an hour but what is in reality ten minutes in line I hear an Excuse me from behind. Its the girl.
You probably dont remember me but a few years ago you talked to me at the fair. You pulled me to side and told me not to let those boys touch me like they were.
Oh yeah. I knew you looked familiar. (She didnt) Howve you been?
I just wanted to thank you. I completely changed my attitude about guys after that. You made a few guys mad, though.
I bet. Im glad I could help you.
No one ever talked to me about boys. I dont know my father and my mother... well shes another story. I was going through some hard times and I was questioning my self worth. I just wanted to say I appreciate what you did for me. You changed my life.
I dont know what to say. Im glad I could help you.
By the way my name is Tonya.
Im Taye-Kin.
And after what seems like three seconds but in reality is another four minutes I am at the front of the line about to be checked out. She walks away after another round of thank yous and I stand there flabbergasted. I pay for my butter and leave.
As Im walking out, one of the cashiers meanders out after me. There is another employee already outside taking a smoke break. The smoker is leather faced and a bit manly. Very lesbian-esque but Im not sure. The employee who walks out is plump and a little past her prime but no one has bothered to tell her yet.
Did you see that guy that just walked out.
Him? Referring to me.
No, he had a Braves jersey on.
Didnt see em.
He was cute.
Like I would be looking.
Guess that answers that question.