I was sitting in a theatre last night watching a movie I didn’t understand.

Oh well … I’ll just watch the amazing graphics and the sweetness on some of the faces

At some point amid the two hours, another thought:

Your job is to love people

Say again?

You heard me

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Now it’s the next morning and I find myself whispering …

My job is to love people

The word “job” feels too small.  How about “vocation”?

“A strong impulse or inclination to follow a particular activity or career; a calling”

Yes.  I am being called.

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Now the real shocker to this porous human mind.  A new image of my future presents itself: an eccentric old man walking the streets of Gent and sitting in its cafés – talking to some, silently loving them all.

As compared to my usual vision of romance to be – strolling with my beloved, holding hands.

What?    No Elise?    Maybe    Maybe not