They entered noisily and with a great amount of fussing and commotion. After they sat down, the noise didn't stop - they kept talking and trying to get settled.
The first little period of prayer and meditation arrived, and I noted the irony in being irritated while trying to pray. I settled in with a deep breath and shut my eyes, determined to attain Peace of mind with a capital P.
Suddenly the elderly woman's voice spoke close to my ear saying something like "Sank you for..." I was so surprised that I didn't know how to respond, or even if she was talking to me.
I decided my best bet was to keep my eyes shut.
"She's PRAYER," said the man.
"WHAT?" said the woman.
"Prayer!" he said, louder.
"PRAYER?" she asked. "WHAT PRAYER?"
"SHE IS PRAYING!" he said.
That ended the conversation. I still didn't know whether they were addressing me. I just sat there, in perfect, quiet contemplation. That's the kind of deeply spiritual person I am.
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I didn't know my parents went to your church.....
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