I like it when you talk, talk.

Anecdote time.

I'm not entirely sure and i could be completely crazy but i think i may have met an angel. or something. Riding the train home from the single most disappointing and confusing event in my educational career, feeling thoroughly miserable, this woman dressed all in white with a few random hairs on her chin sits down next to me and tells me i have 'beautiful hair'. she then proceeds to engage me in conversation about my hair, is it hard to manage, etc, and soon we move onto discussing university and TAFE, and the pro's and cons of both, decisions about the future, personality tests, and finally we arrive on the subject of her faith. she alludes briefly to her faith journey and asks me if i go to church. i wonder vaguely if she is an evangelist launching random 'attacks' on people and if she has been building up to this part of the conversation the whole time she's been sitting next to me. we arrive at the next station which is apparently her stop, so she tells me to take care and that it was nice to meet me. i return the pleasantries and am left feeling somewhat calmer and less likely to burst into tears of frustration. also strangely, i am left with the desire to go to church for the first time in what...
i can't even remember, that's how long it's been since i've gone to church. probably Christmas eve. maybe this woman was sent by God to calm me and nudge me in the right direction, to getting my life back on track or whatever. maybe this was a freaky coincidence. maybe she was drunk or unstable. but somehow i don't think the latter 'maybe' is true. perhaps she really was a guardian angel of sorts. i don't think i'll ever learn exactly why this woman chose to speak to me, of all people sitting alone on the train, or who she was or where she was from.
just something i think is worth blogging about...

"love thy neighbour..."