Each day she wakes up to what the day has to offer. Each morning comes with its share of laughter and pouch of pain. Yet, she wakes up, throws aside her curtains and opens up her blinds. He is the one running free with the wind, going to wherever it carries him on the face of the globe. He does not believe in anything; not because he doesn't want to, but because he sees no reason to. His heart is empty because he cannot satisfy this void. Their smiles are devoid of any happiness, some as a result of the Angelman syndrome-- a sad disease which unfortunately places a permanent smile on their faces. But how would you even know?
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You wouldn't know a thing or two about them. You can't tell their empty smiles from their genuine ones, because you only see them in passing. On your way to work, shuffling through the crowds...tick, tack, toe...1, 2, & 3. On your way to the subway, pushing past the hustle and bustle, rubbing against slimy sweaty arms...or worse still, coming face to face with only a few centimeters of distance, daring you to move away first. Running away from the black puff of their smoke, second-hand cancer is death. Moving some inches away from the mad man on the train, his boom box too loud and wrecking your flow and focus.
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You see them, but you don't really see them.
In my current line of work I run around all the time, just constantly on the move. Therefore, I have been opportuned to meet a lot of people before I get to my final destination. I once told you about
the Man from the Middle East. That was an interesting experience.
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A month ago I met another old man who sat beside me on the bus. I'm used to it, people just want to talk sometimes. So I obliged. His younger brother had died a few years back, and he said it should have been him in his place. He was already a grown teenager when his brother had begun kindergarten. I told him no, there were some things he needed to fulfill in this world before he finally left. Although he had white hair, it was not too late.
I met an atheist two days ago. He wanted to talk and the first thing he said was, "do you read a lot of books?" I wanted to say no because I read a specific type of genre nowadays, but I said yes. He brought about 10 books out of his bag and recommended them to me. I told him to read Frank Peretti and Francine Rivers. We entered the bus, and he asked if he could sit beside me. I agreed. I asked him why he was an atheist, he said,
"Life is enough of a miracle. I don't need God." He told me Religion was a way for people to fill the void in their hearts. I told him that I wasn't into religion but a "relationship", and that when I am alone in my room...just me and God...I feel His presence. And when I look at the heavens, the clouds, the seas, the trees...I know surely He exists. I told him of a miracle that happened to me in 2007, which no man could have done for me. He said, "I don't even want to know where $13, 000 came from." I laughed.
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On my way home, I wondered about how many people I was born to meet. About how many people I will be a sign and a wonder to. How many? Lord, how many? I can't meet the whole world, but I was destined to meet someone.
"For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God." Romans 8: 20-21.
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You were born to meet someone and change their life.
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ps: I apologize for not updating sooner. Can't explain the extent of being involved in multiple projects. Looking forward to writing more regularly. How are all of you doing? Never forget that you were born to be a sign and wonder.
