tracting in the trailer park...
how do you make it fun?
you make a game out of it!
this is how it's done.
based on context clues, figure out if it's a hispanic or white house.
on this particular one, we guessed hispanic.
WRONG-O.
the door opened and out jumped a little ferocious chihuahua.
scared us half to death! and then we stood awkwardly at the door
and did what we do best :
laughed hysterically.
are we painting a good enough picture?
but oh wait, it gets better.
enter stage left the man behind the door.
fitted in some blue jeans and a blue hoodie...
( unzipped and uncomfortably low minus a shirt )
our friend Jesse was nothing short of eccentric.
he was also sporting bare feet and a purple 'Y' stone pendant.
his long, flowy hair would get whisked away by his long gangy fingers.
and his raspy voice coupled with his all-seeing eyes
made you feel like he was staring into the very core of your soul.
although our conversation was less than 10 minutes,
we came to know Jesse on a very "spiritual" level.
yes, the man calls himself a spiritualist.
he loves nature and claims to be very in touch with the other side.
he shared about his escape to Arizona → (which included hopping onto a moving train)
the whole situation was quite comical, but we were creeped out to say the least.
we bore our testimonies, offered a few words of encouragement,
left a mormon.org card, and left the awkward door scene....
NEVER to return again.
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