Post Office Epiphany #2
I had another post office epiphany this week. I had to mail my sister’s birthday present and went to the post office knowing full well that it was a Saturday and there would be a line. After lasts weeks revelation I wasn’t going to dread the experience, I was going to take it all in and enjoy my time in line watching and observing those in line as well as those working there. I got there earlier this week and to my surprise there was no line. I breezed right through and was out within minutes. Funny how that works, once you stop fighting and give in to something it no longer manifests itself.
I had another Jack Handy deep thought after leaving the post office; the line is a metaphor for life. We all have to stand in line; some try and cheat to get ahead, others give up and leave the line, some complain the entire time, while others try to make the best of it, some stand in quiet solitude while others befriend those around them.
I was walking down the street as I finished my deep thought looked up to see a Buddhist monk that lives in the neighborhood. There is a house in my area where a group of Buddhist monks live. Prayer flags line the porch and I often see them tending to the garden and always give them a smile and say hello as I pass. I generally get a smile and a bow in return, but have never had a conversation. Today as I looked up the monk said to me that I had a special energy that was pure and positive, he told me to make good use of it. I looked around, was I being punked? Where was Ashton Kutcher?
The week before I had visited a store that is owned by a Vietnamese gentleman. I stop by his store a few times a month and have always had polite conversation, nothing more. When I stopped by last week a woman was arguing with him over the cost of something. He walked away from her mid-argument and came over to me and said I had a very special energy and wanted me to help him. He worked with people who have heart problems in Vietnam and began to show me photos of people he had helped. He said I could help as well. He gave me the web address of a Franciscan monk in Vietnam and told me to contact him.
What was happening? Why had two Asian men talked to me about my energy within the last two weeks? Why was I being put in contact with monks? I am not special; just ask my friends and family, I’m just a regular guy. The only thing I could think of that was different was that I had started running and went to see a chiropractor. Had the re-alignment and increased exercise changed my outward energy?
I didn’t contact the monk directly, but checked out his website and sent him a donation.
Maybe I am supposed to help him get his message out through my blog. Please visit his website and donate if you are so inclined. He is a Franciscan monk who is helping the poor and needy of Vietnam and Cambodia by providing food, blankets, mosquito netting, wells, eye and heart surgeries to those in need regardless of political or religious affiliation.