I don't know what to call it, but last night I had one of those moments that I think is one of the reasons I'm now travelling for. I'm in Port Elizabeth, South Africa visiting one of my best friends from Finland and last night was a birthday dinner of a Zambian girl. My friend was invited and I too was welcome to join.
While we were waiting for food and talking to two German girls opposite of us, I saw an old homeless-looking man outside. I had this feeling that someone is guiding me to do something so I went out. I asked him how he was and looking deep into my eyes he started a monologue about his life. While he was talking I felt some healing happening and he started smiling and at times he even laughed. He had been homeless for four years for his dad had died and stepmother kicked him out. He said something about God that made me ask whether he's an old soul. He said yes. Can you remember your past lives? Yes. He told me he had been some kind of a soldier and killed people. He told me that in this life he is a millionaire but in 1985 he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and somehow has no access to the money anymore.
Now I don't mind whether he lied or not, that part doesn't really matter, for my part there was to listen and care. I got a feeling I wanted to give him money so I asked if there's an ATM near by. He said there is one in 200 meters but am I sure I want to come with him, "I'm a crazy man". I know I'm protected so I wasn't scared of him, but I told him we're having dinner now but after that I could come. Went back inside and told my friend what had just happened. She has lived here since January and knows it ain't safe for a white girl to walk alone in the dark and had some cash so I took her R50 (worth of a nice meal) and went to him.
He had a bottle of something brown so probably whisky and was smoking a cigarette. I told him that I wasn't gonna come to the ATM but I have this for you. I asked him where he got the money for the bottle and cigarettes. He told me that he sells flutes (that he had on him). I asked him what will he buy with this and he said bread and milk. I said no alcohol and no cigarettes. Do you want to kill yourself? No. Then no alcohol and no cigarettes. He said he wants to see me again if I could give him my number. I told him I'm an angel and I'm here now. ( :DDDDDD WHAT?! Told you someone was guiding me... wasn't my words xD) I told him to take care and went inside. He ended up smiling and waving at me and jump-dancing before he left. Glad I could make someone happy.
Love and Blessings,
Cecca
While we were waiting for food and talking to two German girls opposite of us, I saw an old homeless-looking man outside. I had this feeling that someone is guiding me to do something so I went out. I asked him how he was and looking deep into my eyes he started a monologue about his life. While he was talking I felt some healing happening and he started smiling and at times he even laughed. He had been homeless for four years for his dad had died and stepmother kicked him out. He said something about God that made me ask whether he's an old soul. He said yes. Can you remember your past lives? Yes. He told me he had been some kind of a soldier and killed people. He told me that in this life he is a millionaire but in 1985 he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and somehow has no access to the money anymore.
Now I don't mind whether he lied or not, that part doesn't really matter, for my part there was to listen and care. I got a feeling I wanted to give him money so I asked if there's an ATM near by. He said there is one in 200 meters but am I sure I want to come with him, "I'm a crazy man". I know I'm protected so I wasn't scared of him, but I told him we're having dinner now but after that I could come. Went back inside and told my friend what had just happened. She has lived here since January and knows it ain't safe for a white girl to walk alone in the dark and had some cash so I took her R50 (worth of a nice meal) and went to him.
He had a bottle of something brown so probably whisky and was smoking a cigarette. I told him that I wasn't gonna come to the ATM but I have this for you. I asked him where he got the money for the bottle and cigarettes. He told me that he sells flutes (that he had on him). I asked him what will he buy with this and he said bread and milk. I said no alcohol and no cigarettes. Do you want to kill yourself? No. Then no alcohol and no cigarettes. He said he wants to see me again if I could give him my number. I told him I'm an angel and I'm here now. ( :DDDDDD WHAT?! Told you someone was guiding me... wasn't my words xD) I told him to take care and went inside. He ended up smiling and waving at me and jump-dancing before he left. Glad I could make someone happy.
Love and Blessings,
Cecca