posted November 01, 2002 09:12 AM         

I was in a hospital, starch white. There were children running around though, happily. I walked in a what looked like a lounge area, and was standing at a round table. There was a man there, an older gentleman, with white hair. He had a sweetness about him, and we talked briefly. A nurse came in and informed him that his wife was near death, and he needed to come to her room. The nurse was dressed in the starched white uniform and hat, something you don't see much anymore you know? She was middle age, with blonde hair. He thanked me for talking to him and I said this to him..."I hope everything works out the way you want it to" He turned around and thanked me again, and said that everything was going to be ok...

The nurse then burst into tears, because she was going to be the one who took his wife from life support. She felt she was playing the role of God, and she leaned over on top of a mini refrigerator and was balling and praying. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder and leaned over her. I began to pray outloud with her, for God's will to be done and to release her from the fear that she was holding...

it ended with me praying...

I just think this is a reflection of Ken's father passing away..but it kinda stoked my curiousity as well..

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted November 02, 2002 03:47 PM         

going off subject here..but just thought of something to ask you...
I see you are from Greece. Once, while on a trip to Niagara Falls, Canada, I met a family from Greece. Athens. They owned 2 restaurants and a motel in Canada and had a nephew who was visiting them that summer, while working for them. His name Americanized/English is Rick. I'm thinking Kupianos--was the spelling for his name Greek. Anyway...he became my penpal, and he always referred to me as his Ma'ven. Is that translation for my name? Which my childhood nickname was Mandy...or does it mean something else?

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted November 02, 2002 03:47 PM         

going off subject here..but just thought of something to ask you...
I see you are from Greece. Once, while on a trip to Niagara Falls, Canada, I met a family from Greece. Athens. They owned 2 restaurants and a motel in Canada and had a nephew who was visiting them that summer, while working for them. His name Americanized/English is Rick. I'm thinking Kupianos--was the spelling for his name Greek. Anyway...he became my penpal, and he always referred to me as his Ma'ven. Is that translation for my name? Which my childhood nickname was Mandy...or does it mean something else?

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted November 04, 2002 11:08 AM         

A few years ago though, my mother and sister traveled back to Niagara Falls, and went in their restaurant, The Country Chalet, (the other was called The Hitching Post) and the cousin who actually lives there, whose name is Rick also, recognized my mother and asked about me...he is (or was at that time) an international lawyer, can speak 5 languages and doing very well for himself...as for *MY* Rick, he is a dentist and living in Buffalo...
HA! I could have been a dentist's wife! Course, it always makes me think of Herbie the Dentist on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer..LOL!

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted November 04, 2002 01:07 PM         

this was in 1985...i was there twice that summer..they owned a motel too, across the road from the Country Chalet...the Hitching Post was not within walking distance, Rick (the older one as the cousin is my age) drove us there..and he was driving without a license to drive!!
Oh, the things my mother would die over if she knew I did back then!! LOL!

And I'll try to remember to get out his letters, and I'll tell you where he lived in Greece...I've got them put away somewhere..

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When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall, always.

- Mahatma Gandhi

posted October 13, 2003 12:20 AM         

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for a million years they dream... and the fog conceals and hides and eats our souls... before they open up their eyes again... how far we'll be... remember me