Well? I am not any longer a self-helper. I am as helpless as a new born baby in the cradle. A new born baby crying for mom. Crying, or? Peacefully sleeping not weeping.
It’s midnight! Another day. Friday, March 2, 2018 at 12:02 am. Going to bed at last. Four hours later? Here I am. O my Father? Here I am with renewed determination.
Indeed! Determinate to keep my focus on You not on people. People. People. People don’t see, or? Do they just see differently than me?
Wisdom in my Book ….?
You see there? That statement is what is called ‘wisdom’ in my book, but! To people? That’s something they practice without much ado. Like I do.
My Sense Of Humor? Nonsense! O But! ….?
Hahaha! Nothing humorous do people see, or do they? Yeah, many do, but! That many more? They wander in uproar! What’s with the ‘cooks’ and their looks?
Is somebody taking care of that old woman? IS SOMEBODY TRAVELING WITH YOU?
The bewildered man exclaimed in utter consternation looking at my baggage I intended to take in the plane with me. I didn’t blink an eye as I replied, “No. Should they be?”
The blessed man was dismay at my reply so lamed and plain. He just grabbed my baggage and throw them on the baggage bin. Stamped my ticket, and?
On the plane to take me to my final end …. ?
Twenty two hours of unfamiliar territory. That was just the beginning of this yet! Unfamiliar Middle East to tell my story.
Humorous? Indeed as you’ll see …. ?
From the beginning with that airport incident? The incidents of my border crossings? Everybody is tense trying their best not tense to be. Me?
Like a child in a chocolate factory? Wondering what flavor is for me, giving lamed replies, disarming the wonderful workers of any doubt of my integrity to be.