Boat Snaps
Boat Snaps When it rained, did you ever make a paper boat and have it float down the street gutter to the sewer? We use to wear yellow raincoats that snapped along with the helmet hat and galoshe...
Boat Snaps
The Secret - When You Walk Can On Water, Take The Boat ( Part 1 ) Contd....
He smiled."Beautiful weather we're having," he said. I nodded indifferently. I couldn't have cared less about the weather at that moment. "How do you know my name?" I quickly snapped.
"Oh, I guessed. Most everyone is Jim or John or Ron or Tom." He said it matter-of-factly, but there was something in his voice that seemed to suggest that he really knew my name. Maybe this was one of those set-ups I'd heard so much about recently.Perhaps he wasintent on doingme harm-stealing or something. I had the overwhelming urge to leave that spot and remove myself from his presence as fast as possible, but those eyes held me there.
"I see that you're alarmed-concerned about your safety," he said, seeming to pull the very thoughts out of my head. "No need to fear. Thanks for helping me with the car. I thought no one would come at this hour, but there you were! People these days are so afraid of everything, of each other,
of the dark, yes, even of themselves.My gratitude to you, John."
I figured that he had to be lying since I hardly did anything to help him start his car. It just appeared to me that the motor started the second I told him to try it again."Any- way," I said, "I didn't do anything, but you're welcome never- theless."
"Perhaps we'll meet again soon," he said as I moved toward my car.
"Perhaps," I muttered, thinking how unlikely that would be. He waved as I stepped into my car and drove out of the parking lot.
By now it was very dark, and my wife and children would be wondering where I was or whether I was stranded on the road. It was the normal, short drive, no more than 15 minutes or so before I pulled up to the mailbox at the bottom of our driveway. As is my custom everyday, I collected the mail and started driving up to the garage. The driveway is long and curving and the thought occurred to me to make arrangements for snow removal for the winter.It was far from winter and, yet, my tired mind was already getting prepared.
I wondered about Gideon but brushed the thought away, having felt I'd done my good deed for the day and probably would never see him again. There were more im- portant things to do now, like dinner, walking the dog and fi- nally taking out the garbage. Dinner and then walking the dog would be pleasant. "Rajah," my collie, was a spirited, friendly animal, and a little run with him would do both of us some good.
As I walked into the house, mail in one hand and attaché case in the other, my son, Jonathan, was waiting for me. Only three years old, he had no concept of time and so was not too surprised to see me at that late hour. Laying aside the mail and attaché case,I picked up Jonathan and proceeded into the kitchen.My wife, Mardai, and daughter,Malika, greeted me warmly.The aroma of slowly simmering chicken stew made me realize how hungry I was.
"What kept you so late today, John?" Mardai asked as we sat down to dinner.
"Oh,nothing much. Just helped a fellow get his car started." Dinner over, I took care of the remaining chores, helped put the children to bed and discussed some of the day's activities with Mardai.Finally, we watched a short TV show and then I read for a little while. I love to read, but there never seems to be enough time. Generally I'm reading at least five books at different stages,going from one to the other until I complete them all. It's certainly not the best way to read books, but this way, I do manage to get through them.
We decided to turn in, and only then did I feel the fa- tigue of the day.Reflecting on my strange meeting with Gideon, I fell asleep.To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com
About the Author
Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat."
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