|Visit from a Death Angel|
Sounds Weird? It Was Weird!
In the spirit of Halloween I thought I would offer up this little tale.
Straight up let me tell you I am not a supertisious guy. As far as I am concerned if you cant come up with an equation for something it probaly has no substance.
That being said let me tell you a little story that happen to me a couple of weeks ago.
I went down to my local Starbucks for my morning caffeine fix. Odering my tall (small) latte with no whip cream and one diet sugar. I found my way to a table and started to read my sports page. A gentleman approached the table and asked if he could join me. I said sure and looked up to see a tall man,neatly dressed
wearing horn rim glasses. I took him to be a Middle Eastern person and my guess
a professional of some type.
After a little chit chat, weather, state of world affairs etc, he paused and asked me if I knew the "Meaning of Life"? Not wanting to get into a metaphysical conversation with a complete stranger before I had finnshed my first coffee of the day,I told him no I hadnt given it much thought. After a little more talk he asked me if I was "afraid of dying"? That gave me a little bit of pause but I told him no, I had seen a good bit of death and dying when I was in the military. He said "thats a very good answer"!?
Now he had my complete attention. I was trying to figure out whether he was a run of the mill kook, a Professor of Philosophy or a street corner preacher.
Shortly after he stood up shook my hand said it was a pleasure to talk to me and walked out the door.
Sometime later I was talking to a Romanian friend of mine and related this event to him in detail. He said I was visited by a "Death Angel" ( not an angel of death) and it may or may not mean anything(comforting thought)!
Well I havent put my affairs in order, taken out more life insurance, or made a
last will and testament, but it has made me stop and think!
Just a word of caution, if this guy comes up to you in your local coffee shop and asks if he can sit down tell him the seat is taken!
PS thinking back on this I recalled that he didn't have a cup of coffee of any type with him. I also go to this Starbucks regularly at least four times a week I never saw this guy in the shop before or since.
PPS Do you think I was on a caffeine high or just have an over active imaginatiom?...KF
I'd go for caffeine. Heck, I go for caffeine unless beer is available. :)
Are you sure it was diet sugar you put in your coffee?
I've met a few people who seem to enjoy discussing similar topics.
Some of them are just unaware of the rules of social interaction with strangers while others seem to enjoy these discussions.
My guess is that the guy you encountered had some time to kill, decided to hang in a coffee shop and wanted to use his time chatting to a complete stranger.
Is Death Angel a part of Romanian folklore?
I tried to do a search on the subject and only managed to come up with a trash metal band with the same name and some weird summary of a paper about christianity in Communist countries that relates Death Angel to the revolution of Romania 1989.
I was in Singapore on holiday with my wife in February and while on my own one day I went into a hawker centre (food court). I ordered something to eat and sat down at a table to eat.
When I did so a noticed a Chinese guy staring at me while we both ate. After a few minutes he came over to my table (with his plate!) and sat down beside me. He proceeded to ask me the most personal of questions, where was I from, what did I do, was I married, how much did I earn, etc. I was a bit taken aback at first but I did chat with him.
We were staying with my daughter who lived there at the time so when I got back that evening I told her about it. She wasn't surprised and said that it was not unusual in the Sing culture to ask direct, personal questions like that. To each their own. :)
This is no "Death Angel" just some saddo who doesn't have any conversation skills. "Angels" death or otherwise are just figments of the imagination, when you half believe this sort of thing and repeat it; it grows into something that the more "intellectually challenged" amongst us start to believe. It is unmitigated hogwash.
Sounds like you'd scare a lot of kids around a campfire. :)
|Do you think I was on a caffeine high or just have an over active imagination? |
I try to be aware of signs that otherwise go ignored, so you can take it one of two ways. Yes the caffeine was working on you, or this experience awoke an awareness that you need to listen to. In either case, Death Angel, naw. But that doesn't make the message any less important.
Me, I don't fear Satan (or Death.) I was married to his sister for 4 years.
|not unusual in the Sing culture to ask direct, personal questions |
true. Korean culture is also similarly uninhibited, as I have discovered via recent exposure to a new acquaintance
Around these parts, it would be considered rude to tell someone, "it looks like you've gained weight! you're getting fat, and it's making you uglier. If you lose 10 pounds you would look better in your clothes"
This from someone I had only just met
BTW, that's a more or less direct quote as I recall it
And by golly I did feel a little insulted... but in Korea, that's NORMAL and completely acceptable, in fact it's almost like a friendly gesture to show concern for someone's weight or appearance
you really ought to make a will. what are you waiting for? are you waiting to get really sick, and sign the papers moments before you kick the bucket? do it next week, on wednesday, in the afternoon. put it in your calendar. and try not to snuff it before then.
|in fact it's almost like a friendly gesture |
or maybe I was misinformed, deluded, the perp really was insulting me, and now I have a twisted perception of asian cultures. pls correct me if I am wrong
I got accosted by a strange man on a bus earlier this week, the day of the Melbourne Cup, which is the biggest horse race in Australia. I was minding my own business, but I was on my way to a Cup party and was therefore wearing a bright purple bowler hat. I think the hat got this guy's attention and he decided to talk to me. Anyway, in between his rantings, he kept insisting that I put lots of money on horse number 10.
Watching the race later in the day and seeing the money I had punted go down the drain, I realised that horse number 10 had in fact won.
Ye, and I watched this group of monkeys bashing away at some keyboards, and after a little while, I noticed one of them had produced Dan Brown (its quite a lot quicker than waiting for Shakespeare)
KF, I believe you were visited. Take a few minutes, between latte's, to arrange your affairs.
This is the time of year I like to tell my (very true) ghost stories.
I was around a campfire last Friday and told my stories - had to wait until the kids were gone. All I managed was to receive an unwanted nickname.
|Sounds like you'd scare a lot of kids around a campfire. |
p.s. I've already relayed my best ghost story [webmasterworld.com] on WebmasterWorld.