The girl says; “I know people from…” I’m pleased to hear that, now go back to them and finish what you’ve started.
Of all the stories that people didn’t believe you about; it’s okay. These were meant to be the best stories to remember, for yourself, upon taking them with you to your grave.
“Once upon a time…” What do I look like to you; a ghost. A past reminder.
Blessed with the best inclination and yet you chose to dismiss the godly perfection; “Well that’s too bad.”
One time a woman fell on the ground and as I reached down she thought she saw the devil. Next time an old woman fainted on the ground and as she reached up she thought she saw an angel.
Never feel bad about a gruesome death; most, if not all had a story to tell.
Stranger; “Of all the people in the whole world that you have ever known, or not. Of all the strangers in the whole universe that you have ever crossed paths with, or not. Lets say, hypothetically, that you happen to be next to a cliff and there, there is your “Woman,” your wife amongst the crowd hanging and whining on like a little bitch for her dear life. Who would you choose; Hashem, or any of them.”
Me; “How cute. I choose Hashem-ask me again.”