Presents & random encounters

bn.jpgWell, my peeps are back from the big state of Texas.  It sounds like, overall, a great time was had by all.  San Antonio as a city received rave reviews…so now I want to get down there and check it out!  Did I mention that they came back bearing presents?  They brought me an awesome mug and Texas coasters.  Unfortunately, the smooth baggage handlers at Southwest managed to break my mug into pieces, but I was sincerely touched that they thought to bring me presents.

It was so nice to get back to my regularness today…I learned last week that I don’t work well alone, in quiet.  I need some hustle and bustle.  Daylight savings time totally messed me up today though.  When I left the house, it was still pitch black, so I felt like a kid sneaking out of the house to do something naughty.  I can’t wait until the light once again catches up to our clocks.

Last night I could not, for the life of me, sleep.  I was restless, and my mind would not turn off.  I have something churning in my head that I will put onto paper (or more accurately, into blog form) toward the end of the week.  I’m just bored right now.  Not that there isn’t a lot of “stuff” going on…but there is something missing.  I’m going to meet with my pastor this week, and then I’ll be more forthright with what I’m trying not to say.  Apparently, though, the restlessness is not only within me. 

Last night mom and I went to Barnes & Noble.  We met this man…an older gentleman who served our country in WWII.  When I saw him, before we spoke, I had the sense that I was interacting with history.  He told us stories that blew my mind.  He was in the Airborne part of the military before the Green Berets were formed.  He saw combat all over Europe.  He told a story that made me cry, in front of a stranger, in the middle of Barnes & Noble, without a tissue. 

So, though I wasn’t in church, I felt as if I had an encounter last night that was priceless.  I don’t know if I added anything to Art’s life, but he certainly added something to mine.  Something for which I will be forever indebted. 

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