I just finished part two so cheers.
When we all have to shown a sign of peace to each other, I shook the man’s hand who kept fidgeting and the guy with a half head of hair smiled and waved. After that was done, I thought to myself, "Crud, I really have to wash my hands now." I mean, Hello? The guy was picking his skin for crying out loud!
But obviously I couldn’t. Since there was no sink in the church. That’s just not possible. Right?
Now, it was over. But here’s the catch, if you wanted to get this sort of necklace that gives you protection you had to wait in line. Considering the fact that Grandma and I were seated in the back, we had to wait FOREVER.
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You could see people complaining and all the response they got back was, "It wouldn’t be fair." After that, the person who complained sighed loudly and acted bitchy.
I heard over the radio that New York was the most polite city. I’m not sure if that’s true. Okay, many people were nice, but that wasn’t because they lived in New York. It was because it was the situation they were in.
If Tim Robbins decided to write a book and had an in-store book signing, you’d be happy because you were going to meet one of the stars of Mystic River. However, you buy the book; it’s in good condition, fresh smelling, then all of a sudden you quickly find out you don’t have enough money to pay for it. And the ticket to meeting Tim is the book.
Of course that would make you completely pissed off. How can it not?!
Anyways, an actual mean New York moment happened when I was waiting for the bus with my grandma and I looked at the schedule to see what time the bus was coming. There was this guy who approaching me and said, "God! Can you watch were your standing?" It was pretty funny actually because the guy’s voice sounded so high pitched and I could of sworn he was carrying a women’s purse. Oh well, maybe that guy was pmsing. Besides, it wasn’t my fault I was in his way. I was looking at the schedule for the bus. If I moved any farther I would be in the street and I’ll probably get run over by a taxi cab.
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After a long wait, we approach the front of the church. I have absolutely no clue what I’m freaking doing so I try to follow my grandma. Needless to say, some guy stopped me and said I had to wait until some more people finished. I didn’t care, but I was intrigued.
I saw the guy who kept picking on his skin was laying on the ground. I asked a lady next to me and she said the reason why he’s on the floor was because Jesus wanted to cleanse his body.
I thought that was pretty cool since every Sunday at church, while standing up, I would feel this light push on my body. I knew it wasn't myself because I tried to stay stiff, but I was still moving. I couldn't help it or try to stop it. I just had to let myself being powered by Mr. Powerful himself.
So, it was God.
Take that atheists. There is a God!
The last part of this entry will come in the rear future.
