Wisdom Moves In Mysterious Ways
February 21-28 Edition
February 14, 2015
I have become increasingly convinced that everything that ever happened to me had, not only a reason, but also a purpose.
I think friendship is not coincidence. I have a friend whom I'll call Judah to honor her privacy. Judah and I were in a training class near the end of 2013 in Cebu.
I would chill with my buddies and she would go out with her girlfriends but I saw that she was one of the genuine people there. That alone, for me, made her stand out. She's also a musician who plays the guitar and one of the few who appreciates classic songs.
I realized there are only a handful in that class of almost forty people who likes to read books. What I found most amazing is that she was the only one whose love for literature is nearly equal to mine.
Judah was the one who lent me Expect Nothing, a book about Buddhism. I found it remarkable that she appreciated it though she's a Mormon.
I have such a profound respect for other people's beliefs. I also have an even deeper admiration for those who are not bound by their creeds.
I've read almost all the books of Dan Brown because of Judah (and also because I'm too cheap to buy my own). She has also lent me Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game and a lot of other novels.
To Be Continued