My faith is that of a four-year-old child. I believe that God really is up there in heaven. And beside him there’s not only Jesus, but also all my guardian angels and saints. They’re all up there now, watching over us and protecting me too. And they keep sending me little signs to show that to me. Another thing I firmly believe, and something I discussed with my father before his death: There’s laughter in heaven.
So, I was recently walking near the main train station. It had been a tiring day, during which many things hadn’t gone according to my wishes and expectations. So, I was in a bad mood and decided to buy myself a small menu for dinner at the train station.
When I arrived there, quite a bit of chaos was going on, fitting for my day. Apparently, the ordering system had broken down, and the meals were delivered completely incorrectly. Most customers had to wait a long time before they finally received their correct order. Since you couldn’t order remotely, I went to the desk, where the cashier was already completely confused. She hastily asked me if I wanted a juice with my meal. I denied and replied, “Just a soda, please.”
When I had paid and the cashier had turned around, I thought to myself, “Damn, I would have preferred a juice,” and prepared to tell her. But then I thought again: “No, I’d better not tell, because otherwise the chaos will get even worse, and she might bring me some wrong meat. It’s not that important anyway. Sure, I’d rather have a juice right now, but so I’ll just have a soda.”
I sat down near the cashier to patiently wait for my order while the chaos continued. I was still in a bad mood and my hunger was slowly growing. But eventually, it was time. After a few more orders were delivered incorrectly, it was finally my turn and I received my meal. I returned to my table, put down the tray, and sat down. As I started eating, I glanced at my drink to insert a straw. And then I noticed: It was a juice.
Keep your sense of humor up there!
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Vienna Calling 