I MET THE RESURRECTED CHRIST LAST TUESDAY AND FINALLY WROTE ABOUT IT!!!!!
I just finished my AP Lang & Comp essay which was about the crazy people I meet at Walgreen's...therefore I have finally typed the story out about that good old resurrected Christ (or well CHRIST WANNABE) and so IF YOU WANT TO read this VERY INTERESTING STORY then continue, OTHERWISE skip the rest of this!!!!!
This man started out as just another customer who I thought was maybe a little weird. I helped this man find perfume to buy his sister (or sister-in-law) and I even explained what each perfume scent smelled like to him because he told me that he couldn’t smell anything due to his childhood incident of sniffing phosphorous or phosphoric acid or something. Although later he had me spray some Shania Twain perfume on his wrist, which got on my fingers, and he smelt that fine. Anyways this man asked if he could explain a possible coincidence to me and fatally I said sure, this was the wrong answer.
This man began his story by telling me about his star sign and such things that really made no sense to me, and he continued to tell me that he consisted of the three pillars: he is bipolar, schizophrenia, and that he had the worst case of diabetes. He told me that every night he gives himself to God asking him if tonight will be his night to go up to the heavens, and then every morning when he wakes up he resurrects Jesus into himself. He said to me that he told his grandson that he is a slave for him and always will be. From there, this man went into telling me that in 1948 he foresaw his death in a dream where he was crucified by football players. He claimed that he feels he has the right to be crucified, and that he would have no problem with it because he has a strong threshold for pain.
I was told after this, that God is going to come down from the heavens to the North Pole and shine his light on all of the countries such as Africa, Australia, Asia, etc. According to him, this was going to be the apocalypse, and he asked me if I was going to be brought up to the heavens or left behind for total damnation. Next the man explained to me how Russia is going to nuke the United States and destroy us because we started it by bombing Hiroshima (etc.). I did not know how the US stated it but apparently we started it. Supposedly, Russia is then going to invade and take over the Middle East, only to turn the Middle Eastern countries into the United States of Russia.
Above all of these crazy thoughts, the scariest part of this man’s story is the fact that every time I tried to say goodbye and walk (or inch) away, this man would walk (or inch) with me. I could tell that he was not going to let me go on my way until he finished his story. Finally the man finished his story after my manager called me away from this creepy man four times, and I politely apologized for having to leave in the middle of his story and then he told me that his story was done and that he knew that I was going to be called away by my superiors at that very time. He grabbed my hand as I was beginning to walk away and said that he wanted to tell me this story because he saw God in my hazel eyes, just like he saw God in his own hazel eyes (which actually looked like a very bright blue color to me).
After that I went and hid in the office because I was too afraid of what this man would tell me next, and while I was hiding I noticed that my lip was burning and enlarger. Apparently I accidentally poisoned myself (or gave myself an allergic reaction) by nervously touching my lip during this man’s story, so for 24 hours my lower lefthand lip was the size of a rubber bouncy ball.
Good times...I guess?????
This man started out as just another customer who I thought was maybe a little weird. I helped this man find perfume to buy his sister (or sister-in-law) and I even explained what each perfume scent smelled like to him because he told me that he couldn’t smell anything due to his childhood incident of sniffing phosphorous or phosphoric acid or something. Although later he had me spray some Shania Twain perfume on his wrist, which got on my fingers, and he smelt that fine. Anyways this man asked if he could explain a possible coincidence to me and fatally I said sure, this was the wrong answer.
This man began his story by telling me about his star sign and such things that really made no sense to me, and he continued to tell me that he consisted of the three pillars: he is bipolar, schizophrenia, and that he had the worst case of diabetes. He told me that every night he gives himself to God asking him if tonight will be his night to go up to the heavens, and then every morning when he wakes up he resurrects Jesus into himself. He said to me that he told his grandson that he is a slave for him and always will be. From there, this man went into telling me that in 1948 he foresaw his death in a dream where he was crucified by football players. He claimed that he feels he has the right to be crucified, and that he would have no problem with it because he has a strong threshold for pain.
I was told after this, that God is going to come down from the heavens to the North Pole and shine his light on all of the countries such as Africa, Australia, Asia, etc. According to him, this was going to be the apocalypse, and he asked me if I was going to be brought up to the heavens or left behind for total damnation. Next the man explained to me how Russia is going to nuke the United States and destroy us because we started it by bombing Hiroshima (etc.). I did not know how the US stated it but apparently we started it. Supposedly, Russia is then going to invade and take over the Middle East, only to turn the Middle Eastern countries into the United States of Russia.
Above all of these crazy thoughts, the scariest part of this man’s story is the fact that every time I tried to say goodbye and walk (or inch) away, this man would walk (or inch) with me. I could tell that he was not going to let me go on my way until he finished his story. Finally the man finished his story after my manager called me away from this creepy man four times, and I politely apologized for having to leave in the middle of his story and then he told me that his story was done and that he knew that I was going to be called away by my superiors at that very time. He grabbed my hand as I was beginning to walk away and said that he wanted to tell me this story because he saw God in my hazel eyes, just like he saw God in his own hazel eyes (which actually looked like a very bright blue color to me).
After that I went and hid in the office because I was too afraid of what this man would tell me next, and while I was hiding I noticed that my lip was burning and enlarger. Apparently I accidentally poisoned myself (or gave myself an allergic reaction) by nervously touching my lip during this man’s story, so for 24 hours my lower lefthand lip was the size of a rubber bouncy ball.
Good times...I guess?????