I'm 15 years old, sick, and at the checkout with my mom at CVS Pharmacy at about 9 30 pm. I'm in my own little world, just looking at the wall in front of me, when all the sudden I hear a voice directed to me, completely randomly. I look over as a middle age to 55 year old man walks in and says directly to me, "Man, you look way too serious. Use the smile on your face that God gave you," and continued walking forward. It wasn't said in an angry or hurtful way, but a cheerful one.
It took me a minute to process what just happened, and I first questioned myself "what?" ok... But then another minute later I felt like it was God trying to communicate with me in disguise as another person. As my mom didn't react nor did anyone else, I walked around the pharmacy to get another look at this guy, who had just walked in. Surprisingly, the man who had just spoke to me was no longer there. I 100% believe in God and the Holy Spirit, and I think that it was a sign from God.
It's been really making me think, and some may think I'm crazy, but I feel like God was trying to communicate with me. If you think about if you were in my situation, just being in another world, and some random man saying those words to you, what would you think? Feel free to make any comments.
Years ago when I was around 13 years old, I was walking down the sidewalk in front of the stores at this strip-mall in my town. When I got to the end of the sidewalk, I began to hear what sounded like a strange violin. I turned the corner and there was a very old Asian man on a stool playing a one stringed instrument. The man looked like he had traveled around the world in the same clothes, he was very ragged and dirty looking, and I figured it likely he was homeless.
The music he was playing was absolutely beautiful. I had to stop and watch. He never spoke a word the entire time, just sat there and played this instrument. I became absolutely entranced, it felt close to an out of body experience. I had just never heard sounds so beautiful, peaceful, and melancholy. Time seemed to stop completely. It felt as if this man knew the answers to everything there is to know, and he was projecting this knowledge, encoded within the music he made.
The whole 5 minutes, not one person walked by, it was just me and this old man the entire time, bizarre seeing as it was around 4:15 on a Sunday. Eventually he finished the song. I thanked him and I handed him $2 (it was all I had at the time) and he nodded his head smiled, and whispered a simple "God bless you".
I walked home in a daze, still mystified by the song he played. When I got there, I told my sister to come and see this man, to hear his music. We ran back to the strip mall but he was gone. I came back every day to see if this man would ever return, but he never did.
It all makes me wonder.
Perhaps the answer to life's questions are all riddled within music...