So I arrive in this beautiful city…flying from over Dubai,
Baghdad, Greenland and what not…half-drunk (partly to recover the flight ticket
and partly following orders). The immigration, customs, wifi was not as
difficult as I thought it would be. The jet-lag asked too much of me. And so
did my phone connection. I started my house-hunt right from the 1st
day of the week. Struggled all the way along. Walked like never before…saw
unusual things…tried hard to do away my thoughts of going back.
There comes a day in everyone’s life when he/she wants to go
back to the pavilion. That day came into my life right in the 1st week
of my Seattle Life. I had no house, no job, no money… nothing at all. I cribbed
about it to a friend…and he helped just his few words. It’s like someone is
always there to watch your back. We just need to have faith. And when you lose
faith God makes sure that faith is reaffirmed. We all need something to keep us
going. One quote, one man, one friend, one thought, one situation… just one
thing. And then the dwindling thoughts are just a passé.
Fortunately, the thought of going back has never entered
ever since.*touchwood* But I suddenly have full faith in faith. Faith…hope...belief…whatever
you call it… that is what keeps the life going. J
Life’s good.
You can find the reasons for my re-affirmed faith below. J
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