Post by Thunder on Mar 28, 2007 20:00:49 GMT -5
Hail Mary, full of grace…
The old woman said this prayer, and many others for that matter, in the otherwise empty church. The building was indeed quite beautiful, but when the massive church was empty, it had an eerie, menacing look to it, almost as if it was out of some horror movie. But to the woman praying, it could never look that way. For her, this is the place to pray for all of the things that are out of her control. Chandeliers are hung all throughout the walls of the church, but now that they were shut off, only the light came through the stained-glass windows. But the lack of sufficient lighting didn’t seem to bother the woman at all; this devout Catholic would pray in this holy place no matter what.
She was kneeling in one of the pews with a crucifix in her hand. Some of the prayers that she spoke aloud would be familiar to even a person that only attends mass on rare occasions. But sometimes she would simply stop speaking, and lower her head down. Even when completely alone in this church, there are still apparently things that the old woman and so many others hope and pray for that they never dare speak out loud. Maybe it is because there are some things that no one ever wants to speak because they frighten us too much: things like failure and death.
After she finished her final prayer, she slowly brought herself up back up to her feet. Her brittle knees, which were covered by her light blue dress, cracked as she got up. She made sure to genuflect in front of the alter before exiting. Her arthritic hands nearly dropped the crucifix as she exited, but she was able to keep it falling and then placed it in her brown purse.
As she stepped outside, the cold wind blew what was left of her gray hair back. But how her hair looked didn’t mean a thing to her as soon as she saw her car was no longer parked in front of the church. She was now faced with the horror of having no way of getting back to her home. Thinking quickly, she realized that her only option was to stop the next car that came by and ask for a ride. And she hoped that the car she heard approaching in the distance was going to turn onto the street where she was at.
And when the car did make that turn, she was shocked to see that it was a black limo. She knew that it was completely unlikely that this limo would slow down, so there was only one way to get it to stop.
She stood in the middle of the road.
The driver of the limo slammed on the brakes and stopped a safe distance away from the woman. Once the driver of the limo saw that for some strange reason this woman wasn’t going to leave the road, he exited the limo.
Driver: Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step aside. I have a very important client in this limo that needs to get somewhere.
Woman: I need your help. My car—
Driver: I’m afraid I can’t help you with whatever you problem is. If I don’t get moving soon my client will be very upset.
Woman: Listen to me before you say no. Can you at least do that?
The driver was prepared to tell the woman that there was no time for that, but he just couldn’t do that. He could see that whatever had happened to this woman was upsetting her. The least he could have done was to listen to her, even though he that his client would probably deny her help.
Driver: Okay, go ahead.
Woman: After I left the church I saw that my car was gone. I guess it was stolen. Would you please drive me to my home? It is close, won’t take more than five minutes to get there.
Driver: I really don’t have the time to help you. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing—
He stops speaking when he hears the limo door open. Thunder steps out, looking confused since he has no idea what has been happening.
Thunder: What’s going on out here?
Driver: Well—
Woman: My car was stolen. Would it be to much trouble if your driver drove me to my house? It’s only a few minutes away.
Thunder: We can do that. Let’s go.
Driver: Thunder, are you sure we should—
Thunder: Don’t ask questions. Let’s just do this.
Driver: Okay. How do we get to your house?
Woman: Just keep going straight until you get to Elm Street. Make a left there. My house is the last one on the left.
All three of them entered the limo. Thunder did not speak to the woman until they are inside.
Thunder: So I take it that you are a very religious person?
Woman: Always have been. That’s the way I was brought up by my parents.
Thunder: Now I know this a very personal question, but what do you pray for.
Woman: Well I guess it’s normally for my…
The woman struggled to say the next part, and eventually stopped because she began to cry a little. Quickly, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and wiped away the tears.
Woman: Sorry. It’s just that I’ve never really been able to accept this. My grandson is really the only person I have left. He is staying with me right now, mostly because his drug problems are destroying. I’m trying to help him the best I can. Sometimes he calls me his saint and savoir, which means a lot to me. So I guess I come here everyday to pray that he will turn out okay.
Thunder: But you don’t see yourself as a saint, do you?
Woman: No, of course not. I just do it because I love him and care about him.
The woman was quite surprised that Thunder never said another word to her on the trip to her house. After asking her such personal questions, it seemed very rude to not say anything else. To her, it was almost as if he wanted some information out of her, and that once he had it he was done with her.
Nevertheless, she thanked him profusely when they reached her house, and Thunder told her just as many times that it really was nothing. But she still remained suspicious as she entered her home.
Once she was inside, the driver turned back to Thunder.
Driver: So what was the reason for taking this woman to her house?
Thunder: It really had to do with my little match with Yukio Blaze this week in WFWF. After all of his talk about being a saint and all that bull ****, I wanted to find out what really goes on the head of a very religious person to see if Yukio’s claims are really accurate or if he’s just a hypocrite. I found out today that it’s the latter, which is what I always expected from him. When this opportunity arose to talk to a woman who appeared to be nearly as faithful as one the Apostles, I just had to take it. And she turned out to be perfect. That woman truly is a saint and she doesn’t even believe it. She has sacrificed the final years of her life by trying to help out someone in need. I’d even bet that most of whatever minimal income she gets from pensions goes towards that helping. Her grandson is right when he called her a saint. That’s what she truly is.
Then there’s Yukio, who also claims to be a saint. But it’s even more obvious today after what I’ve seen that he’s no more of a saint than me or the guy that stole that woman’s car. Yukio isn’t trying to save any person but himself. He’s trying to save himself from the failure of a life he’s had so far. It just eats him up inside that he’s never been able to succeed in his one passion, wrestling. So he’s trying to be the savoir of his own career, but as long as he has this fanatical belief that he is some saint, he’ll never go any further. Only when he realizes what he truly is, a failure, will his path to “sainthood” be worth anything. And everything I saw today just reinforced those thoughts.
Driver: I figured that you weren’t doing that just to be nice.
Thunder: Hey, I’m no saint.
The driver then started out on the road again…
The old woman said this prayer, and many others for that matter, in the otherwise empty church. The building was indeed quite beautiful, but when the massive church was empty, it had an eerie, menacing look to it, almost as if it was out of some horror movie. But to the woman praying, it could never look that way. For her, this is the place to pray for all of the things that are out of her control. Chandeliers are hung all throughout the walls of the church, but now that they were shut off, only the light came through the stained-glass windows. But the lack of sufficient lighting didn’t seem to bother the woman at all; this devout Catholic would pray in this holy place no matter what.
She was kneeling in one of the pews with a crucifix in her hand. Some of the prayers that she spoke aloud would be familiar to even a person that only attends mass on rare occasions. But sometimes she would simply stop speaking, and lower her head down. Even when completely alone in this church, there are still apparently things that the old woman and so many others hope and pray for that they never dare speak out loud. Maybe it is because there are some things that no one ever wants to speak because they frighten us too much: things like failure and death.
After she finished her final prayer, she slowly brought herself up back up to her feet. Her brittle knees, which were covered by her light blue dress, cracked as she got up. She made sure to genuflect in front of the alter before exiting. Her arthritic hands nearly dropped the crucifix as she exited, but she was able to keep it falling and then placed it in her brown purse.
As she stepped outside, the cold wind blew what was left of her gray hair back. But how her hair looked didn’t mean a thing to her as soon as she saw her car was no longer parked in front of the church. She was now faced with the horror of having no way of getting back to her home. Thinking quickly, she realized that her only option was to stop the next car that came by and ask for a ride. And she hoped that the car she heard approaching in the distance was going to turn onto the street where she was at.
And when the car did make that turn, she was shocked to see that it was a black limo. She knew that it was completely unlikely that this limo would slow down, so there was only one way to get it to stop.
She stood in the middle of the road.
The driver of the limo slammed on the brakes and stopped a safe distance away from the woman. Once the driver of the limo saw that for some strange reason this woman wasn’t going to leave the road, he exited the limo.
Driver: Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step aside. I have a very important client in this limo that needs to get somewhere.
Woman: I need your help. My car—
Driver: I’m afraid I can’t help you with whatever you problem is. If I don’t get moving soon my client will be very upset.
Woman: Listen to me before you say no. Can you at least do that?
The driver was prepared to tell the woman that there was no time for that, but he just couldn’t do that. He could see that whatever had happened to this woman was upsetting her. The least he could have done was to listen to her, even though he that his client would probably deny her help.
Driver: Okay, go ahead.
Woman: After I left the church I saw that my car was gone. I guess it was stolen. Would you please drive me to my home? It is close, won’t take more than five minutes to get there.
Driver: I really don’t have the time to help you. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing—
He stops speaking when he hears the limo door open. Thunder steps out, looking confused since he has no idea what has been happening.
Thunder: What’s going on out here?
Driver: Well—
Woman: My car was stolen. Would it be to much trouble if your driver drove me to my house? It’s only a few minutes away.
Thunder: We can do that. Let’s go.
Driver: Thunder, are you sure we should—
Thunder: Don’t ask questions. Let’s just do this.
Driver: Okay. How do we get to your house?
Woman: Just keep going straight until you get to Elm Street. Make a left there. My house is the last one on the left.
All three of them entered the limo. Thunder did not speak to the woman until they are inside.
Thunder: So I take it that you are a very religious person?
Woman: Always have been. That’s the way I was brought up by my parents.
Thunder: Now I know this a very personal question, but what do you pray for.
Woman: Well I guess it’s normally for my…
The woman struggled to say the next part, and eventually stopped because she began to cry a little. Quickly, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and wiped away the tears.
Woman: Sorry. It’s just that I’ve never really been able to accept this. My grandson is really the only person I have left. He is staying with me right now, mostly because his drug problems are destroying. I’m trying to help him the best I can. Sometimes he calls me his saint and savoir, which means a lot to me. So I guess I come here everyday to pray that he will turn out okay.
Thunder: But you don’t see yourself as a saint, do you?
Woman: No, of course not. I just do it because I love him and care about him.
The woman was quite surprised that Thunder never said another word to her on the trip to her house. After asking her such personal questions, it seemed very rude to not say anything else. To her, it was almost as if he wanted some information out of her, and that once he had it he was done with her.
Nevertheless, she thanked him profusely when they reached her house, and Thunder told her just as many times that it really was nothing. But she still remained suspicious as she entered her home.
Once she was inside, the driver turned back to Thunder.
Driver: So what was the reason for taking this woman to her house?
Thunder: It really had to do with my little match with Yukio Blaze this week in WFWF. After all of his talk about being a saint and all that bull ****, I wanted to find out what really goes on the head of a very religious person to see if Yukio’s claims are really accurate or if he’s just a hypocrite. I found out today that it’s the latter, which is what I always expected from him. When this opportunity arose to talk to a woman who appeared to be nearly as faithful as one the Apostles, I just had to take it. And she turned out to be perfect. That woman truly is a saint and she doesn’t even believe it. She has sacrificed the final years of her life by trying to help out someone in need. I’d even bet that most of whatever minimal income she gets from pensions goes towards that helping. Her grandson is right when he called her a saint. That’s what she truly is.
Then there’s Yukio, who also claims to be a saint. But it’s even more obvious today after what I’ve seen that he’s no more of a saint than me or the guy that stole that woman’s car. Yukio isn’t trying to save any person but himself. He’s trying to save himself from the failure of a life he’s had so far. It just eats him up inside that he’s never been able to succeed in his one passion, wrestling. So he’s trying to be the savoir of his own career, but as long as he has this fanatical belief that he is some saint, he’ll never go any further. Only when he realizes what he truly is, a failure, will his path to “sainthood” be worth anything. And everything I saw today just reinforced those thoughts.
Driver: I figured that you weren’t doing that just to be nice.
Thunder: Hey, I’m no saint.
The driver then started out on the road again…
