Thursday, April 12, 2012

ANGELS UNAWARE

What you think. I wish I could have told the true story. 

Be mindful of strangers seeking help as they might be angels unaware (in disguise). Hebrews 12:2

Yesterday in the City, a guy came up to me and said, "Sir, would you be willing to pay a dollar for some original poetry readings." I thought to myself, "I be damn if this isn't original." In San Francisco, we get use to guys and a few females hitting us up for spare change, a buck.  Most have a hand made sign. Often, they are good shrinks as they try to tap into the publics greatest sense of generosity.  Probably the "veteran" is the most popular. It use to be Vietnam vets as we were often considered the most crazy and consequently would be more likely to be on the streets.  Now with Iraq and Afghanistan, any vet will do. Out of my own interests sometimes I quiz them,"where they served?" Most hadn't.  I would ask a vet his MOS. If he gave me the blank stare, I knew he didn't have a clue. Any vet knows his MOS (military occupation specialty--his job). Sorry, I digress.
I gave him $5 and said, "I am in a big hurry but keep doing poetry. We need it." He said, "May you be blessed today." As I fired up my car, I did momentarily think, "may you be blessed today." Interesting. 

In fact, I was on my way to to a possible minor miracle occurred. The poetry guy I think was an angel unaware. In San Francisco, there are way too many cars for parking spaces. The uber traffic cops are ubiquitous. You have to know what hours you can park, the day of the week, how long you can be in a spot. Your blood type. Even if all of these things fall into place, the chance of you getting a parking ticket is still about minimum, 75%. The only thing about the City I don't like. They get millions from parking. And, San Fran is not even ashamed of how they disdain drivers/cars. My view. So, I'm dreading this meeting. The parking, the hassle. What are my contingencies? Garage , several blocks away if that helps, the frustration, the under the breathe cursing. I see the meeting place. In front of the place is an empty space. Can't be: where is the parking meter, loading zone? What? Can't be. An empty space in front of my destination. No ominous sign, nothing. Impossible! A mirage. A miracle. Maybe!!!