Sunday, 01 April 2018 21:48

Connecting with Others

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The annual Berkshire Hathaway sales convention was in San Antonio this year and we went, arriving in midday Saturday, specifically March 3rd.  We intentionally arrived early so we could explore a bit and most importantly, see Reverend Jimmy at the Unity Church on Sunday.  I actually thought that would be the highlight of my trip.  The universe had other plans…

It was drizzling when we arrived. That fact that it was wet, green and hilly in San Antonio pleasantly surprised me.  The topography was hilly within two hundred miles of the city.  Our first stop on this day was the San Antonio mall.  As we walked around, we attracted the attention of some very helpful people.  After speaking with them, as Kristine and I walked away, I said, “I think we just signed up for a time share presentation.”  To tell you the truth, we were both okay with that; we had time and don’t have any issue with saying “no” and as it turned out, several times!

Seeing and being with Reverend Jimmy, his wife Mary and the congregation at Unity was wonderful. We joked with him afterward about the importance we placed in seeing him.  A member of the congregation mentioned that the Final Four was scheduled a few weeks after we left and I retorted, “that isn’t important; what is important is Reverend Jimmy.”  And it was to us.  We finished with our visit, grabbed a bite, checked in at Westin where we met James Vasquez and then headed to the time share presentation. 

The program started, we were assigned to Charles Miller. We immediately hit it off and both of us enjoyed our time with him and I think him with us.  He obviously knew the process and playfully indicated not to get annoyed at what was to come.  Looking at him and chuckling I told him, “If you knew what we have encountered along the way, you would realize not much annoys us anymore.”  And we introduced him to Quinton with joy in our voices and souls.  He stopped, looking skyward and said, “This is a God moment.”  Immediately he reached for his wallet and pulled out a picture of his family and pointed out his son Christopher who transitioned in 2013 when he was 13 years old. At that moment, we realized that meeting Charles and speaking about our sons, was the only reason we were there for the presentation!  He shared and we shared rapid fire about what we have learned along the way to knowing There Is More.  He even went so far as to get his wife, Joy, on the phone.  When he spoke to her, he said, “Ernie and Kristine sound just like us!”  Their website honoring their son is www.areyouready.com and they have an organization called “Parents On Call.” It is amazing how the universe connects us.

When we checked in, Charles had come to me as I unpacked while Kristine checked us in. He was playful, more playful than you might expect; let’s just say, he has good energy.  Kristine loves leopard print – everything is leopard print.  As I unpacked, he started ribbing on me like it was mine.  And so began our friendship. We looked for him whenever we were in the lobby and pretty quickly we were speaking to each other like we were family.  At some point we properly introduced ourselves by sharing Quinton with him.  Interestingly, (Yeah, right…) he had faced a tragedy too and his sister on the other side had visited him as well. 

I read something once about a man walking up to a stranger who greeted him knowingly with a statement, “You have met the Monk.” The context was the man had known death in the form of coming back from a Near Death Experience (NDE).  For so many, getting a glimpse of the other side changes us.  This is the term that comes to mind when thinking of both Charles and James.  We have seen it, been through it and our loved ones on the other side have visited us with signs and connections.  It changes us, as you know.

I am in awe at how the universe weaves a web of connection and fellowship. I am grateful to know all of you.

Blessings,

Ernie and Kristine

 

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