How to start your day

by TerryWalstrom 7 Replies latest jw friends

  • TerryWalstrom

    I was sifting through some old daily musings I'd written and found one of my favorites from back in 2015. I thought I'd share it with you.


    I took a hot bath this morning. Then, after making my bed and saying "Good Morning" to my roommate, Sana--I jumped on my bike and headed off to breakfast.
    Sound exciting enough for you yet? Stay tuned!

    The Dixie House family restaurant seems to cater to defunct older men which makes it great for breakfast. At $3.99 it's hard to beat sausage/bacon, eggs, toast, cream gravy, hash browns, strawberry preserves and coffee. (Okay, coffee IS extra.)

    Still not exciting enough? Hang in there . . .

    I didn't realize it was 59 degrees when I got on my bike after that hot bath! Immediately my shoulders became sore. I was baffled. That is, until I remembered having the territorial battle to the death on Saturday morning with two vicious biting dogs! Swingng that bicycle back and forth must have wrenched a muscle--or something--(that's what older people always say: "I wrenched" a muscle."

    So, after breakfast I headed for Starbucks, my home-away-from-home where I commence my writing for the day.

    As I was sitting down, a fellow of about 45 smiled at me and spoke:
    "How are you feeling this morning?"
    "My shoulders are sore from fighting with a couple of stray dogs. I think I wrenched my neck."

    He smiled and nodded. Then, he stood as I sat. He turned to face me and asked me another question:
    "Do you believe in the power of prayer?"

    Now any of you who know me realize I have a wide range of quips, comebacks, parries and thrusts at my disposal from a lifetime of smart-assery. But--I thought I'd be diplomatic--for a change.

    I answered the way a politician answers: without saying anything.

    "I was baptized in 1963 and I'm no stranger to prayer. I'm 68 and still alive in good health." (How's that for a diplomatic answer?)
    So the man grins. He asks yet another question while still standing in front of me gazing down.

    "Do you acknowledge the healing power of Jesus Christ?"

    Well now, I was in such a good mood this morning, I just didn't feel at all like screwing around and spoiling this inquisitive fella's morning.

    "How could any man who professes Jesus Christ deny his miraculous powers of healing?" (See what I did there?)

    Now comes the part you've been waiting for. The good fellow with the ordinary face and kindly smile stepped closer and reached out and laid his hand upon my shoulder right there in the middle of Starbucks!

    I don't know how you'd react to this--but I was suddenly having a great fun time! Where else but Texas can you get breakfast for under $4 plus your shoulder healed in Starbucks for free?

    The next thing I know, this stranger summons his inner Benny Hinn and raises his right hand to Jesus as his left hand finds the sore spot in my shoulder unbidden, and he commences to beseech the miracles of heaven to flow into my anterior musculature as a soothing Balsam from Gilead. Or something.

    His recitation, which included some rather colorful vocabulary usage such as "vexing affliction" and "unwarranted encounter with beasts of the field," and capped it off with a hearty "In the blood of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ." (To which I joined in with a magnificent and stentorian "AAAAA-MEN!"

    I was sucking up the numinous powers of celestial succor like chocolate milk through a straw! It's the most fun I've had since I found a $20 bill in the pocket of an old pair of pants.

    My benefactor was interrupted by another man he'd been waiting on, and they immediately went off to another part of Starbucks to talk 'bidness'.
    And that was that!
    Except, it wasn't. . .

    My shoulder instantly improved and the pain in my neck vanished as sure as I'm sitting here--no shit!

    Now isn't that dandy?

    Post Script:
    I just sneezed. A lady sitting to my right smiled at me and offered a warm, "God Bless You!"

    I can see this is going to be one of the good days!

    I remember that guy but I never saw him again--or the two dogs that bit me.

  • Diogenesister

    Ha ha ha the power of touch from one human to another is amazing. As a nurse I know this for stimulates endorphins the feel-good chemical.

    Next time fake an amputated finger and see if he can fix that with the power of prayer!

    Edit: Texas...the power of prayer...I'm envisioning Jim Morrison in the Starbucks with you!!

  • the girl next door
    the girl next door

    Man that must have been some great coffee!

  • TerryWalstrom

    Starbucks really has the least flavorful coffee. When I was in Paris and Madrid a couple of weeks ago, I had the finest tasting coffee ever.
    Probably because they don't use African sources. That stuff is bitter through and through.

  • Vanderhoven7

    The man was confident in the healing power of prayer. I suspect he had a gift of healing that he apparently was more than willing to share...even at risk of embarrassment.

  • eyeuse2badub

    Only in Texas would an 'old' man get up early in the morning, ride his bike on that chilly morning so he could get a 'great' $3.99 breakfast and then go to Starbucks and pay $4 for a cup of bitter coffee! Where else but Texas I guess? lol

    just saying!

  • LV101

    Terry -- you're so right re/Starbucks coffee. I'm a cult follower of Starbucks but if you've been savoring the Spanish or Italian/French coffee it's going to be tough returning to Starbucks and it's going to taste awful for a few days. Really bitter and tasteless.

  • TerryWalstrom
    eyeuse2badub I hear what you're saying and learned simply to get the "coffee of the day" which is (Praise Jeebus) under two bucks.
    The fact that it tastes awful helps me nurse it a lot longer rather than gulping savory, robust, goodness.

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