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Writing about the past I find brings too many chapters to mind. I like, instead, the daily outing adventures accounts. For instance, here is a message from 2007 in San Francisco:
As I was coming down the stairs, I heard a powerful voice singing, "Bringing in the Sheaves." A huge black man was singing and I was awestruck by the beauty. The noon crowd of San Franciscans and tourists was rushing by, hardly noticing. On a whim, I asked him if he knew, "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms." He was startled by this person barely reaching his elbow in height but said, "Sure!" I said I wanted to sing along. The acoustics were phenomenal and our voices were perfectly matched. Next we sang, "Blessed Assurance," "I Love to Tell the Story," and "Showers of Blessings." At that point, however, he stopped to offer a prayer. He was all teary-eyed thanking Jesus for the "little lady helping me out today." Well, that made my knees wobble so I told him I could only sing one more song. "We finished with "Beulah Land." I don't think I have ever sung so well. No one gave us change; on the other hand, no one pointed out the political incorrectness. I was grateful for free speech and assembly! When I walked on to put my Fast Pass in the machine a few feet further, the regular ticket taker stared at me as though I were the 10th wonder of the world. For those of you of different faiths or no faith at all, read this as an account of a moment (for me, unforgettable) of community & happiness in "The City by the Bay."
So. You have a little flavor here of what my life has been. The rest can be gleaned by piecing together the messages and quotes. Thus has begun and ended the memoir of long ago days and foreign fields.
As I was coming down the stairs, I heard a powerful voice singing, "Bringing in the Sheaves." A huge black man was singing and I was awestruck by the beauty. The noon crowd of San Franciscans and tourists was rushing by, hardly noticing. On a whim, I asked him if he knew, "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms." He was startled by this person barely reaching his elbow in height but said, "Sure!" I said I wanted to sing along. The acoustics were phenomenal and our voices were perfectly matched. Next we sang, "Blessed Assurance," "I Love to Tell the Story," and "Showers of Blessings." At that point, however, he stopped to offer a prayer. He was all teary-eyed thanking Jesus for the "little lady helping me out today." Well, that made my knees wobble so I told him I could only sing one more song. "We finished with "Beulah Land." I don't think I have ever sung so well. No one gave us change; on the other hand, no one pointed out the political incorrectness. I was grateful for free speech and assembly! When I walked on to put my Fast Pass in the machine a few feet further, the regular ticket taker stared at me as though I were the 10th wonder of the world. For those of you of different faiths or no faith at all, read this as an account of a moment (for me, unforgettable) of community & happiness in "The City by the Bay."
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