The Journey – Part I

The Journey

On Sunday, we left Lenoir City on our way to the Orient.  A place I never thought I would visit.  In fact, based on my observations that they (Asians) have no concept of personal space I emphatically swore I never would make this trip.

But here I am.

I should know by now, there is no such thing as never.  Our journey out of Knoxville to San Diego was uneventful, usually a good thing when traveling.  Two things of note happened on the way though and both of then occurred in Houston.  The first was while we were on the Tram shuttling between two terminals.  Cindy and I were standing about midways in the rear Tram car when I noticed a black man sitting at the back of the Tram.  He was dressed in a uniform, possibly an aircraft mechanic  on his way into work.  He was pouring over his smart phone as we all seem to do when we are out in public.  Every so often he would glance upwards and around to observe what was happening.  It was during one of these moments that we briefly exchanged eye contact.

The man exhibited nothing wrong.  He looked fine, just resigned to another boring day at work most likely.

We got to the terminal we were going for and exited the tram.  I noticed as were descending the escalator that the black guy was going the same way as us.  As we walked along, I heard that inner voice saying that I needed to make ‘contact’ with him.   So being the witty man that I am quick to start a conversation, I walked over beside him as we continued our walk, touched him on the shoulder and told him “Have a good day at work!”  The smile and acknowledgement I received in return was a blessing in and of itself.

Nothing further was said or done, but I knew I had changed his day for the better.

I know I felt better for it.

Later on, while eating lunch Cindy and I shared a table with a lady named Laura Frontiero, a nurse practitioner who works in metabolic bone disorders (i.e. Osteoporosis for one example).  We talked for quite a while, I asked her for help on RLS (Restless Legs Syndrome) something I have and some homeopathic treatments that are available.  It was a very enjoyable time that we spoke, and I even told her about The Letters from Roscoe.  She purchased a copy on the spot!  She is on Facebook and provides many tips and discussions on healthcare.  Just look her up.

The next moments of the trip that were of note were when I got to give my sister Lynn, her own personal copy of The Letters from Roscoe.  You’ll remember that ‘she’ was the original intended target for the series.  And later that evening, I was able to give my testimony to her about my walk towards Jesus.

God is good.  He is so good.

On Tuesday, we boarded the plane for Tokyo.  But that is the story to come…

Your friend,

Roscoe (a Christian in Training)