The young blond man sitting up top on the 5:49 train is coughing.Coughing, coughing.
Serious up-a-lung coughing.
An older gentleman two seats away reaches into his backpack and pulls out a pack of Ricola cough drops. He smiles and leans over, passing the bright yellow bag to the gagger.
This small moment – missed by most – is when I catch a glimpse of what you might call God.
So let’s take all of the rhetoric and concern about what really happens when we die and put it up against this small, infinitely important moment.
Because to me, what we do while we’re here matters most.
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I am listening to: My Chemical Romance – Dead!
I am reading: The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins
And I am: Detail-oriented
5 comments:
Amen to "Because to me, what we do while we're here matters most."
Holy Ghost
A simple message. Treat others charitably and with respect.
And don't be stingy with your cough drops.
God is in more than one place. I had a miserable red-eye flight from Los Angeles to Florida some years back. I was flat sick. I was on the aisle on the three side of a three two configuration.
My fellow passengers moved among themselves to give me the three seats. I got a roll of cough drops and one kind lady brought me a couple of bottles of water scored from the flight attendant who wouldn't come near me.
Amen,Amen,AMEN to that Hedy. Love, kindness and good works. Do them even when nobody knows but you. God bless you Hedy.
...and u think someone would accept cough drops... or anything edible... from a Paki guy they don't know?
Tried that once and got a wierd look. Got the message and backed off!!
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