OH, I know what to write about. I'm going to write that Indian guy who showed up at work a couple of weeks ago.
I think it was a Tuesday or a Wednesday, I dont remember exactly, but it was either one of those days. I was in the back of the shop working in a refrigerator when I heard someone comming into the store. I went to the front who it was.
He wasn't very tall, about my same height, 5' 7", dark complexiton, a little chubby, I say anywhere from 160-170 lbs. He had a very thick accent, I have an accent when talking in English, but his was much more thicker, to the point I had to ask him to repeat everything he said.
After all language barries had been overcome, he told me to grab a piece of paper. He tore it apart from a bigger sheat, wrote something in it, and folded. He told me to close my hand and then he made a small prayer to my fist. He then took another piece of paper, wrote a something in it, turned it around.
He told me to tell him a number, and added that if the number he had written in the back of the paper and the one I was about to tell him matched, it meant he was able to tell me my past, present and future.
I though about it, and I decided to choose one of the numbers I normaly wouldn't pick, and since I'm a soccer fan I always pick the numbers that Ive used in my jerseys (21, 10, and 9).
Went ahead and picked 3. He smiled at me, and showed me the back of the paper (the paper had been in my sight the whole time to make sure I wasn't going to think he wore in it after I told him the number)
To my astonishment in the back of the paper was a number 3.
I asked him what was the prayer he made about. He answered it was a prayer for my good luck. He then proceeded to tell me I was a nice guy with a good heart.
To make a long story short, he did some tricks and told me stuff about my present. Then asked me if I wanted him to tell me my future. I told him i didnt want to know it because if I did, I was going to be fearful if any bad stuff was going to happen.
He said it was ok, and then gave a stone. He siad that that was "my stone" and I should carry it with me all the time because it was going to take care of me.
So for a couple of weeks I kept that stone in my pant's pocket, but I lost it last Saturday night when I went to a party to celebrate the 4th of July. I think it is in the pocket of my pants, but Ive forgotten to check.
Anyways, the guy left. But the next day, when I got to work my coworkers told me the guy from the day before had come back and asked to talk to me. Apparently he had something to tell me. Coincidentally that same day I came in to work late because I had to go to the bank to make a deposit and get gas before heading to work.
I wonder if it was my destiny to never know what the guy wanted to tell me.
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