It’s been five years… seems like just yesterday. I go to Carrington Middle now, and at the moment I’m riding in the car with mom and dad, coming back from church. My mom is Baptist, and my dad is Jewish, so it makes for interesting weekends.
We have Shabbat dinner Friday nights, and we do no kind of work from then until Saturday at Sundown, but we do go to synagogue Saturdays. Then (today) we have Sunday School and church service. Mom sings on the praise team, so we occasionally have to go to evening services or visit other churches. The whole weekend is religious, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I learn so much at Synagogue and Sunday School, but none of it explains what has been happening with me since that meteorite (if that’s even what it was) drenched me in whatever that stuff was.
I tried talking with my Rabbi about it and he said, “Oye vey! Hashem has thrown a rock at you and missed. He must have meant to miss you, because he has perfect aim.” Then winked. No help.
Pastor John, our youth pastor, said, “You must have fallen asleep and dreamed it, and God healed your eyes in the dream.”
“And gave me a perfect fro too?” I asked. He laughed and said, “I can’t imagine why God cares about how tight your fro is, but that IS odd and it IS tight!”
He patted me on my back and laughed. No help.
Even more weird is that I haven’t had a haircut since. I haven’t wanted one, but I haven’t needed one either. My dad says it’s because of his “extraordinary genes,” but he’s balding. No help.
What they all had in common with their responses is when they said:
“God must have a purpose for it. Pray that God reveals it to you one day.”
JET (The Hero) 