Every meet an angel?
They never come in glorious angelic appearance, those are always demons. They always have something humble about them.
When I was 21 I was walking to the 7 train on the NYC subway and a short Bangladeshi looking fellow wearing a navy sports coat turned around, lifted up his hands, looked me right in the eyes and said βYou are a Very Great manβ.
The expression on his face I will never forget nor the zeal in his voice. I was so stunned I watched him disappear into the crowd.
I forget many things but that experience stayed burned into my mind. At the time I was completely lost and dropped out of city college, seeing no future for myself so I just ignored it, but just recently I kept replaying that moment in my mind.
The next phase of my life is about to begin and I do admit I am afraid of what is demanded from me. Being great comes with immense pain and stress and being very great means a new level of suffering but I am ever thankful.
